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lymtw · 1 year ago

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Saccharine Tongue

Toji watches as you're being buttered up, sweet talked, and undressed with unfamiliar eyes, right in front of him. His eyes don't waver from your face as you politely smile at the half drunk man on Toji's right side. The man is slurring on and on about how you're incredibly easy on the eyes, and how you stand out even in the minimal lighting of the bar, while you just laugh and try to leave the conversation by disengaging, but once again, you're roped into talking with the man when he asks if you're single.

You would have said no voluntarily, but the question clearly struck a nerve with Toji. His hand went to the small of your back, his palm circling the area slowly. It wasn't that he was insecure, he could tell you loved him from the million times you said it a day, but it was his secure claim on you.

You looked at Toji for the first time in a minute, meeting his blown pupils with attentive eyes. You could see how irked he was by this man continuing to hit on you, and you knew that Toji would get his knuckles bloody if you didn't say what you knew in your heart.

You kept your eyes on his, like you were being let into his thoughts. He was dead serious, not a glimpse of light in his eyes. You didn't want him to feel this way, so in an attempt to bring the slightest amount of comfort, you put your hand on his, squeezing with reassurance. After a few seconds of silent communication, he nodded towards the man who awaited your response.

You leaned forward again and told the stranger that you were happily taken by the handsome devil sitting beside you, pointing your thumb in Toji's direction. Toji turned and gave the guy a once over, confidence cascading over him at knowing that if push came to shove, he could rock this guy's shit. His menacing demeanor radiated off of him, making the man obviously uncomfortable. He was now being sized up by someone with much colder eyes. He nervously nodded at Toji, the action not reciprocated by the latter.

The man leaned forward, like he was going to start talking to you again, so Toji turned his attention back to you. He didn't need to keep an eye on him because the man was blocked off by him. Now, if the douchebag were to walk over to your side it would be another story, but Toji would keep him in check until he tried.

You take a sip of your soda water, some of it seeping down the corner of your lip when you hear the man address you again. Toji was quick to wipe the liquid off your face with his thumb, suppressing a grin at the small "sorry", you muttered to him. You were clearly fed up with this man who just wouldn't let up. Toji could see it in the way your eyes rolled every time you had to lean forward and look past him to look at the stranger again. Your audible sigh was the last straw. No one as grimy as this mole rat looking man should have the power to ruin your time out.

Just as Toji turned to face the man again, he grabbed his belongings and stood up, getting lost in the crowd of people around you. Toji was vibrating with adrenaline, his heart pumping in his ears from holding himself back. He had to remind himself that he wasn't out alone anymore like he used to be. The last thing he wanted was for you to be scared and cry because he decided to make a scene and rip someone's face off.

You on the other hand looked socially exhausted, your head down on the counter.

"Baby," Toji coos, leaning in so that you can hear him. "I just can't take you anywhere, can I?" His hand goes to your head, his fingers running through your hair. "People see you, and they really can't help making assholes of themselves."

"I just wanna go home, Toji," you mumble, holding your hand out to receive the car keys. Instead, he takes your hand, pulling you up and onto your feet.

"Like hell. I'm driving." His hand is on your lower back as you step away from the bar. It goes down into the right butt pocket of your shorts, as he guides you through the crowd in search of the exit.

"You sure you're okay to drive?" You ask, looking up at him.

"I'm sober as a nun, baby." He grins at the little giggle you let out. He knew it was your turn to drive home this time, but he just wanted to lift your mood again after that dickhead drained it.

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"You were eating up that loser's attention, weren't you?" Toji asks, side eyeing you then looking back at the road.

"It was nice for two seconds," you respond, looking out the window. "It's always nice to be considered attractive by others."

"So, i'm chopped liver, huh?" He smirks, glancing at you again. You don't respond, so he decides to cool it with the jokes. "It feels good until you start getting unwanted attention. Don't let dumbasses like that make you uncomfortable, mama." Toji's hand goes to your thigh, three squeezes to the plush to comfort you, this time. "Was about to murder the man, but he ran away like a coward." He side eyes you when he hears that intoxicatingly sweet laugh again. "Oh, that's funny?" He asks, a smirk on his face.

"You're insane," you laugh.

"Don't act like you don't love it."

—

Once Toji pulls into the driveway of your house, he has his intentions clear in mind. He's gonna show you how much he appreciates you. After all, you deserve it for knowing him so well and putting up with him. It's incredible that you know when he's not okay, but also when he's having a really good day, just by looking into his eyes.

You both exit the car, Toji quickly catching up to you on the other side. His hands rest on your hips as you walk, causing you to turn around and look at him.

"Face forward or you'll crash," he says, as you near the front door of your house. He pulls out his copy of your house key, swiftly unlocking the door.

You're glad Toji has a spare to your house. Who knows how many times the door would have been replaced had you not given him one. You have a habit of taking long naps, and because of it, you quickly learned that if you leave his messages unanswered for too long, he will show up at your door and knock aggressively until you answer. There was always the 'next time i'm kicking it down by the third try' comment when you finally opened the door, so you gave him the spare to avoid that scenario.

You walk ahead to your bedroom as Toji secures your house. He locks the front door, shuts the windows, and pulls down the shades before meeting you in the room.

He leans against the doorframe of your bedroom, and allows his eyes to rake over your body as you lay there like a starfish with your limbs extended.

"You gonna make room for me or what?" He asks, walking into the room.

You cross your legs together and throw your arms over your face. "Is that enough space for you? Or should I roll onto the floor to make more room?"

"Uh-uh. Nah, baby." Toji chuckles, reaching the end of your bed. He crawls towards you, effortlessly pulling your legs apart. "You're not gonna try this attitude with me. I haven't done anything to you, so put the brat away before I do it for you."

Your heart races at the threat, and you wonder if it's real, so you spare a glance at him from beneath your forearm. Contrary to his stern words, his hands are touching your skin so delicately. His fingers trace the harsh indentations the straps of your high heel left above your ankle.

"The cost of looking so fine all the time," he mutters, under his breath. You reacted like a child, only wincing at the pain once Toji paid attention to it. You didn't spare a second thought when you undid the buckles on your heels, opting to throw yourself on the bed immediately after they were off, but suddenly you needed Toji to make it stop hurting.

Toji kisses the damage, his hand wrapped around your ankle, loosely. "My own little shard of heaven," he hums into your skin. Your arms fell beside you on the bed as you admired the image before you—Toji's very high functioning attempt at healing you.

It was a welcome change, compared to the usual effect he had on you. Being Toji's lover turned you into a flammable substance, and he ignited you. He did everything he could to make his touch your greatest weakness, and now flames rise within you every time his hands meet your skin. Your body emanates heat when he trains your flammability with lingering touches.

This time was much different.

He was the chemical that put out forest fires, he was a breath blowing out a candle, he was soothing water.

He moves up your body, his lips trailing your shin before reaching your knee. His gaze meets your twinkling one. If he looks long enough, he can locate stars in your eyes. It's something that motivates him to keep going.

He takes up the space between your legs, his hand hooked into the waistband of your shorts. His fingers fiddle with the metal button and quickly undo it, pulling the zipper down before he leans forward to kiss you. You can feel the button to his jeans on your stomach, the warm metal heating up even more as it rubbed against your skin.

He chuckles, holding himself above you. "Feeling it, too, huh?"

You run your hands up his chest and the sides of his neck, before going up one more time to cup his face. You pull him closer, allowing your lips to lock with his again. Toji could tell you wanted to devour him by the way you held onto him so tight. Your hands balled up the back of his shirt into your fists, your thighs squeezing his hips.

He breaks the kiss, looking straight into your dilated pupils while you catch your breath. It was precious seeing you this way, so needy that your body started reacting on it's own. "You know, i'm always feeling you, princess," he murmurs to you, his face inches away from yours. "Want you all the time... It's almost ridiculous how often I think of fucking you." His lips press to the corner of your lips, tracing your jawline afterwards. "I say almost ridiculous because..." his lips go further, now beneath your ear, "it's my business, and I don't care."

You giggle at his attitude, your eyes shut as you thread your fingers through his hair. His breath reaches your earlobe, bringing goosebumps to your skin. "You don't care?" You repeat.

His eyes are lidded when he leans back to look at you again. "Not one fuck is spared for anything but you, ma." His hands go down to the bare skin your unbuttoned shorts revealed, feeling up the soft warmth of your waist. You squirm slightly at the roughness of his hands combined with his lustful gaze on you.

"I've got my eyes on you anytime you're in a room, got that?" He says, bowing down to kiss below your bellybutton. He looks at you through his lashes, seeing the small nod you respond with. "Do you get it or not?" He murmurs into your skin. "Gotta give me more, pretty girl."

"I know," you respond, propping yourself on your elbows to nervously meet his green eyes.

"Good. You don't take shit from anyone but me. Am I clear?"

You laugh, letting yourself fall back on the bed again. Your sudden fit of laughter brings a smirk onto Toji's face as he continues to kiss your lower body. You compose yourself, before responding to his question. "Only you, Toji."

"Mhm," he hums, his lips grazing the lace trimming of your panties. You lift your hips to let him roll the material of your shorts and underwear down. Your legs come up to kick them off. Toji sighs, "I know you wouldn't do me dirty, ever. You're too sweet. Practically incapable, mama." Your thighs became victims to his lips. Your delicate skin gained bright red blotches in uneven patterns, an act of worship from your lover.

You knew Toji this way—dominant and possessive. This was just the start, but even if he were to only mark up your lower body, you both know they're there. You'll think of him when you change your clothes, and if you don't mind them, a simple look in that direction from Toji will remind you.

"So wet, already." He can see the glistening of your arousal coated folds. "I've only been teasing you... and you're already this wet?" It's a rhetorical question. The sight has Toji practically zoning out, almost missing the flush on your cheeks from all the attention.

"Toji..." you whine, embarrased by the amusement he finds as he keeps observing you.

"Bless you, mama," he mutters, bringing his hands towards your cunt. The tip of his middle finger is the first part of him to make contact with your pussy. He glides it up and down once to see how much of your slick he can collect. You shudder at the contact, a sharp inhale lured from you.

"See that?" He holds his hand up, showing you the shiny coat on his middle finger. You look and in a split second you see him commit a heinous act, popping the finger into his mouth to suck off your juice.

"Jesus, Toji," you put your arms over your face again to hide the furious blush that ambushed it.

"Acting all disturbed when you know i'm about to put my mouth all over your pretty pussy."

You're in no place to argue when you know he's right, so you peek at him until you feel your nerves subside a little more.

"It's so perfect. Almost don't wanna make you cum." He stares at your glossy cunt, his eyes slowly trailing up your body to meet your flustered expression.

Your heart sinks. Toji was good at maneuvering his tongue. He's made you cum more times than you can count using just the muscle, so him telling you that you possibly weren't being given that option this time scared you a little.

"Could stay here forever... between these very pretty thighs." His hand caresses your one of them, his fingers splaying on it before squeezing the plush. "Say you'll let me edge you for hours, darling." He's asking out of courtesy. If he really wants to do it, there's no need to ask for permission.

"Toji," you laugh, dropping the smile when you don't see him laughing. "Please, no." You prop yourself on your elbows again, looking down at him.

"It'll be so good. Don't even worry your pretty little head." His hand presses against your stomach, signaling for you to lie down again. He goes back down, his gaze on your cunt again. He blows on it, watching you squirm at the gentle sensation. Something about the reactions makes him chuckle, lowly. You were so weak for him, you wouldn't last five minutes. With that in mind, his tongue peeks out, testing your reaction to it against your clit. Your hips push back against the mattress when the warmth meets you.

"Stay still," he says, before trying again. The tip of his tongue glides up from your entrance to your clit, eliciting a tremble from your thighs. He smirks to himself at the sound of your quiet breaths. Another stripe is traced between your folds, a more audible moan leaving you. Your thighs falter in their ability to stay open.

"What did I just say, ma? Stay still." He pries your legs open again and hooks his arms around your thighs. Won't tell you again. I'll bring out the rope next time you interrupt me."

"I-I can't do this, Toji," you say, your nervousness clear in your gaze.

"You've barely given me a chance, and you're already a nervous wreck?" He kisses your thigh, the act somewhat settling your nerves. "Just wanna play with you... and ruin you..." Toji can feel his cock throbbing more with every second that he holds back from devouring you. "...and make you cry from how bad you wanna cum. That too much to ask for?"

"N-No, I guess no-"

"Good," he cuts you off, a grin on his face. "Just lay there and look pretty. Take everything with grace like the good girl I know you are."

You sigh, not prepared for the next couple hours you would have to withstand.

—

"Wanna cum?" Toji asks for the nth time that night, a twisted smile on his face while he steadily curls two fingers inside of you. Your legs tremble in your mind fucked daze, your cunt messily covered in slick and Toji's saliva. You know the answer he's gonna give you and yet you still respond with the remaining ability you have to think.

"P-Please..." you hiccup, a fresh stream of tears falling down your cheeks to accumulate with the ones that already dried. "Can I?" you attempt to sit up, your abdomen trembling as you bend slightly before falling back. "Please, Toji?" Your chest caves in with a deep breath as you try to suppress a sob.

"No," he simply says, slowly pulling his fingers out of your pulsing cunt. With all the slick that webbed onto them, he was sure you would cum so quickly if he didn't manage his pace. He sighs, fascinated by the texture of the sticky fluid on his fingers. "Poor thing," he coos, as if his boxers aren't drenched with a significant amount of precum. "You look angelic when you cry for me." His hand strokes your thigh while he peppers kisses onto the other one.

You breathe shakily when you feel his hand getting close to your pussy again. "Ready to go again?" He asks, a sly grin on his face when he meets your glossy eyes.

"Toji..." you swallow, shaking as he narrows his focus on your ruined cunt.

"Hm?" He hums, dizzy on his own obsession with making you beg for something he doesn't want to give you just yet.

"Please, I can't wait anymore. You're killing me."

Toji didn't mean to take it this far, at first. He solely intended to make you feel loved after seeing the switch in your demeanor at the bar. He was gonna kiss up your body and whisper his favorite things about you while he made love to you. Then he was between your legs and you were looking down at him with that warmth in your eyes, visually proving that you loved him to death, so he decided it was best to break you instead. He had to make your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"You can handle it. You're my good girl, and you know this gets me off, so you're gonna take it, right?"

Once again, you're left with no chance of refusing. What's another while of not being able to cum?

—

Toji was lapping at your cunt like you were fading away and he would never get to taste you again. He was relentless with your clit, pointing his tongue in order to abuse it with precision.

"A-Ah, fuck...Toji," you whimpered. "Please... please, Toji, please. Can I..."

"Mmm..." Toji hums, sucking on your clit. He's ignoring your pleas for mercy, too enveloped in your sweetness to think about your aching need to cum. He knows you want it, and little do you know that he's getting it to you.

"Wanna cum, baby?" He asks you one more time, his middle finger teasing your entrance.

"Uh-huh."

"Use your words, mama. Try that again." It doesn't help that he's thumbing at your clit, rubbing slowly, causing you to stutter and your thoughts to fall through.

"Y-Yes, please," you respond, shuddering afterwards. "Please, make me cum."

His fingers reentered you, immediately curling and abusing the sensitive spot hidden within you. His tongue focused on your clit, swirling around it with that devilish pointed tongue. You were completely ruined by the time you came. Toji pulled his fingers out of you, in favor making out of with your pussy, his lips gliding up and down your slit as you vibrated beneath him. You fisted the sheets beneath you, loud, broken moans leaving you as wave after wave of pleasure was inflicted onto your core.

"T-Toji!" You moaned, whimpering as he continued to devour you. Your juices covered the lower half of his face, dripping down his chin, and onto the collar of his shirt. Your thighs clamped around his head and your hand pulled at his dark locks as you rolled your hips against his face until you couldn't stand it anymore. "Oh god... oh fuck!" you pant. "N-No more, no more, Toji." Your thighs are shut tightly around his head, barely working to get him to stop.

He unlatches from your clit with a pop, his hands coming up to pull your thighs apart. You look at him through heavy, lidded eyes. His lips are glossy with your cum on them, his chin was dripping in it as well. After a minute of just listening to your heavy breathing, Toji climbs up your body again, your sensitive cunt twitching at the feeling of his jeans brushing up against it. His hands go to the sides of your head, sparing him stability so he lean down and kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips and his tongue as the flavor is distributed between your mouths.

He breaks the kiss, his face still inches away from yours. "You taste that, right?"

"Mhm," you mumble, lightheaded from your lack of breath.

"I can have that taste in my mouth whenever I want. Aren't you jealous?"

"Mm... no, 'cause you can always share it with me. Put some of it on my tongue. Some mouth to mouth action..." you spare a lazy grin for Toji

He chuckles. "That was a once in a lifetime thing, doll. I'm all for sharing anything with you, but that's all for me."

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chuchurio · 5 months ago

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“Perfectly fine."

* Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

Synopsis: Gojo becomes your project partner and things don’t go as planned. You distance yourself only to run into him at a party.

Genre: slow burn, a bit angsty, College AU, polar opposites, Gojo making a fool of himself,

WC: 7.1k

Warnings: Drinking. That’s it lol.

You were supposed to be having fun at this party. You’ve been waiting for the weekend to drink and forget your responsibilities. You’re not new to the image of drunk college students and sweaty bodies with the linger of hormones in the air.

It was normal. Everyone wants to unwind, and give in to the haze and blurs that alcohol provides. Sure, a majority of you were drinking under the age requirement but there’s a liberty not many experience when you willingly take a sip of that bitter mixture.

This still fucking sucks.

You drag out a sigh and fix your posture against the wall. You weren’t usually stuck to it, even when people would push and shove. You’d usually be slotted between people, rolling your hips and gravitating toward anyone allowing the rhythm to erase time. This though? Not cool and it hasn’t been ever since he popped up.

He was such an obnoxious idiot that you swore to steer away from him because although you weren’t one for prejudice— he was someone you’d never consider talking to. He’s always been there, and could almost make you believe in that little cliche of red strings.

If there were any romantic feelings involved of course.

That wasn’t the case. .

It started in the communications course you took. The class was just a filler for you, something that was supposed to be an easy pass. You were sitting alone like in most classes you didn’t care much for. Your advisor had said the class would be the easiest ‘A’ you’d receive in the semester, feeling dumb if you didn’t take it. So you did what any person would do for a degree.

The metal chairs had enough space to move but not enough to where you could accidentally touch elbows. It’s a cramped place, but it’ll have to do for a few months. It’s common for students to leave an empty seat for their bags or even just simple boundaries.

God knows you needed a bit of that.

Nonetheless, it was short-lived, a loud thud making your body take a screenshot and your blood freeze. The backpack was thrown carelessly by your feet, already a bad sign. you look up to see who is disturbing your peace.

“‘Voluntarily signing up’ is not what I would call it.” He complained on the phone with a frown, annoyed at the receiver.

The man was handsome. You couldn’t lie, he had a charm to him that didn’t require speech, a little smile and it’d bring a flock of women, blue eyes that you’d poke fun at if it wasn’t for how.. complimentary it was on him? He had nepo baby written all over him.

Best you mind your business.

Good for you.

Then he outstretched his legs over the table, pretty close to your notebook as he continued to yap ignorantly while remaining too close for comfort.

You held back a glare and flickered your eyes over to him, slowly scooting your notebook to the left, deciding to go a passive route. Until he moved them again—

“Excuse me. Can you please not?” You requested softly but he didn’t even offer you a glance. Were you not loud enough? What the hell is this dude’s deal?

He continued to talk without regard to what you asked for – as if you were a fly buzzing along his ears.

This is the part you truly regret. Deep, deep, down.

You harshly shoved his legs off the table, earning a stumbled sentence out of the white-haired guy.

“Fuck– hey! It’s rude to interrupt a phone call!” his gaze fell on you and found your eyes staring right back at him with a smidgen of anger.

Gojo hadn’t taken a glance around the room, too busy being annoyed to take into account who was in the class. All he asked for was a free period. He wanted time to maybe go lounge around the many campus lobbies, give a pretty sight to tourists who’ll be in awe of his appearance, or even bother his friend Suguru about the latest mistakes he made.

Instead, he was placed in a boring ass communications class.

He’s been trying to contact his advisor to fix this shit all week, and he’s been ignoring his calls. He had been ranting to Suguru the whole way, flashing a smile toward familiar faces. To the ones he’d fuck around with at least.

Now he was here, staring right back at your pretty eyes. His tone took a turn from its original annoyance.

“Well, You’ve got all my attention.” his voice was smooth, similar to how a hot pan bubbled cold butter. It could’ve sent chills down your spine.

You rolled your eyes, unimpressed by his facade.

“Watch your legs.” You repeated more sternly. You could feel his eyes scan you — honestly, he’s shamelessly moving his gaze up and down your figure. Your eyes narrowed at the blatant stare.

He chuckles, giving you a practiced smile that comes with ease, “Didn’t think it got in your way, faults mine.” He didn’t actually pay attention to what he had done before, his mind set to ask about the woman beside him.

“What’s ya name?”

You make a hum, not giving him a proper answer.

“Okay – mmm, I like it. Easy name to call out for you.” He gave you a wink, only earning a confused look from you. You weren’t picking up any of his bullshit, this was easy to see, you were a good observer after all. If your demeanor didn’t show it, surely your grades did.

Your nose scrunched in distaste, his flirtation crashing against the wall you built around yourself. There was an awkward silence, his smile growing strained as you exchanged opposite expressions. You only sighed and muttered a little ‘Please don’t let it happen again.’

It was disappointing, to say the least.

But not for Gojo. You were pretty but not anything he’d go for initially. He had a large pallet, just not a frequent one to stay with a single option. Why do that when he could get a bit of here and there? He respects the grind you got, he can see it in the way you meticulously toy with your pen, how you didn’t hide your view, flickering occasionally in coordination with the important things around the room. Not people though.

He can be observant too when it benefits him.

After this interaction, there wasn’t much to it. You didn’t think he’d even sit there again with the way things went the first day. To your surprise (and misfortune), he would sit there every class. He learned your name through the professor, explicitly accentuating the syllables in your name. You learned to ignore him, offering hums as responses. He grew tolerable, not likable, but tolerable.

The only thing you two really had was a greeting, the most exchange of words you both had aside from the little banter you shut down. It was the same shit every time too–

“Y/n, the only thing I like about this class, how’s it going?”

“Fine.”

“Just fine?”

“Perfectly fine.”

It became a common exchange at each class meeting, some days there was more than just that. Regardless, you kept it at a minimum for your sake. You weren’t a bitch, you swore up and down to yourself that you just can’t keep up with his lifestyle.

The first thing you notice; is his popularity. People took the time out of their day not only to say hi to him but to have a full-on conversation. He wouldn’t rush it either, he’d stand outside of class just to wrap it up. You could never have that much attention.

The next thing to catch your eye was the amount of women around him. Again, it’s none of your business – however! When you do run into him, he’s either standing there with charm mode activated or with discomfort. The discomfort is usually when he’s rejecting a girl- again, that’s neither here nor there.

And finally, the biggest problem was; that he was pretty. It might seem like he was harmless, but that’s how he dragged you in. And you weren’t going to be one of them.

All you have to do is stay away from Satoru Gojo, and you’ll survive the class. That plan would’ve gone great if this communication class didn’t require a partner project.

The professor didn’t like you, because ‘GOJO’ is written beside your last name in big fat letters. You had to be cursed, there was no way they partnered you up with him! His name settled beside yours like it was taunting you right in the face. You heard a faint snicker, making you glance in its direction. Gojo failed to hide his smirk, the cough he made couldn’t disguise it. You sat there, trying to make an excuse, your brain and mouth not cooperating to form words but rather sounds.

“So, Y/n, you’re the lucky gal huh?” You looked up at him, slight disgust making him put his hands up in defeat with a lazy smile appearing in defense.

You frantically look around if anyone is just as disturbed by their assigned partner, but no one bats you an eye.

“Fuck.” you grumbled weakly, with a sigh. You’d have no choice anyway.

It was the start of this whole mess.

It was a challenge to meet up at first. You’d text a time, sometimes a day, and his response would be along the same lines.

‘Ohhhh I have practice today’

‘Ahh that was today?? I’m not on campus’

‘I was free buttt I’m tutoring’

That tutoring one was a complete lie to begin with, you caught on after seeing him with girls from the cheer team, sometimes the volleyball players. You had no faith in his reliability.

You’d show up to the library, silently skimming and taking notes on what was needed, the smell of food in the dining hall would occasionally greet you when you studied there. One of these days you were bound to run into him, which you did.

His laugh came to a rough halt, shoes squeaking in a stop too. “Y/n?? Woahhh didn’t think I’d see you here.” He looks surprised, a bit guilty? He should be anyway.

You flicker your gaze to the pretty brunette beside him. She wasn’t fazed by the interaction, continuing to sip on her drink while looking directly at you.

“Yeah.. who’d figure I’d come study… at a library..” you uttered out. He makes a wince, scratching the back of his neck. “I dont have my laptop on me right now…” it was like he was trying to negotiate.

He suddenly perked up, the imaginary lightbulb obvious with the way his demeanor changed. “You can come to my dorm tomorrow, swear I’ll have everything laid out for you,” you narrow your eyes, not convinced.

“I already have most–”

He pushes up his glasses, doing one of his poses (were they timed? You weren’t sure) “I wouldn’t be an amazing partner if I didn't offer, I know.”

That’s how you ended up walking up to his dorm building. Good thing you set things straight beforehand, a little plan for you two to follow.

You had taken the time out of your day to research the information that might align with your points, making a document of the ones that would support your argument. You gave him a few links and met to discuss which would work. It’s as easy as it sounds.

It didn’t go as you thought.

“Gojo please just read this last paragraph so I can take my ass to bed.” You complained, shaking the distracted man to offer a sliver of attention to the listed sources.

He scoffs and lets out a loud dramatic sigh, “I will! I will! Just let me finish this level real quick.”

After a few hangouts, you’d expect him to stop being so childish. You thought that it was one of those things where the person acts like an idiot but is secretly a mastermind of sorts. You’ve been trying to get him to meet up again and it’s been difficult to pin him down.

It’s like everyone wants Gojo for something, Not you though, you’re forced to.

“I have to walk back to my dorm and it's freezing cold–” He wasn’t listening to you. You glared at the white-haired man, irritated.

You couldn’t take it anymore, with a huff you reached for his phone – with much protest – and turned it off.

“Seriously. We need to get it together! I need a good grade!” He only whines and tries to reach for his phone again.

“Come onnnn just let me finish it!” he reached up, making you flex your arm higher.

“No. We’re getting this done–”

He scoffs again, “I’m taller than you don’t forget that.”

He flexed farther than you, his arm pressed against yours as you fought to keep it out of his reach. You’d try to push him off, annoyed he gave it a shot. He does the same, trying to gain the upper hand.

“Dude it’s not that serious!” He huffed out, your arm moving swiftly in the air to keep out of his reach.

“I should be saying the same to you-” You yelp at the sudden weight that toppled over you. Gojo overpowered you quickly, making you fall in defeat. His hand shot out in an attempt to not completely fall on you.

You freeze, staring back at him with a surprised expression. He does seemingly the same with his smile nowhere to be seen.

You blink. He blinks.

He stares. You stare.

After a few awkward seconds, you clear your throat, turning your head to the side to avoid eye contact. Breaking him out of his trance, he swiftly backs up, trying to act nonchalant about the accident.

“I’ll read through it tomorrow.” He said, leaning his back against the small makeshift desk. You sit up, gently scratching the back of your neck. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s fine.” You reached for your books, closing your laptop and gesturing to his door, “I should like, probably head back–” He agreed almost immediately, helping you pack your things.

But that wasn’t the only time things... Were weird.

A few days later he began to greet you outside of class. It was something small, but it made a difference when the people he hung out with gave him a strange look. You’d only offer a little wave and remain casual or else you’d overthink the way you walk too.

Then he began to frequent the actual library suggestions. Letting him know that you research the topics a few hours before discussing them with him. It was a way for you to think... Until he started appearing for that as well.

You were sitting at a small cubicle-like table, the booths private with the only way in being from the left. He was busy lazing around on his phone, flickering to you once in a while. You were silently reading over the added post, with a sigh. “I don’t know why you keep reading over it, is it that bad?” he asked mindlessly, earning a bit of a scowl from you.

“An A is considered anything above a 93, for this specific project,” you read it out loud, hoping he’d feel the same about it. He just looked at you, before shrugging and going back to scrolling through his phone. “I’ll take a C too.. It’s passing,”

“That’s it?? You’re just conceding that fast??” He raised a brow, looking over at you with confusion, “Conceding is a bit dramatic don’t you think?–” You shake your head and push back your hair from your face as if it’d fix the score details.

He has caught onto that habit, the way you want to be upset but don’t know if to focus on working with the new information or if to let the feeling take over. He sighs and slides over to your side, “Alright what about the rest of them?” You open your mouth to rebuttal, wanting to tell him that it didn’t matter because an A is the only reasonable grade.

“Aht– I said what are the other scores, we know an A is higher than a 93.” You go silent, reluctantly sharing your laptop screen with him.

“92 to 85 is a B, and 84 to 78 is a C,” He nods slowly, listening to you read the score grades for the project. “And a D?” You shot him a glare, making him raise his hands in defense. “Kidding– jeez tough crowd.” He mumbled.

You can see him looking at the scores with the same disdain. He makes a hum, his thumb pressing to his chin before making a hum. “The most you’re getting out of me is a C,”

You gasp, shaking your head, “Seriously?? Not even a B??” Your voice held a tremble, in disbelief at his honesty.

“I can give something in the low 80’s if I try–”

“That’s not even closer to a B Satoru!” You whisper yelled, nudging his shoulder. He dramatically fell back, a whine leaving his mouth. “Have some mercy on a soul like mine, don’t you have some compassion?” He batted his lashes, your stare in disgust as if he were some pest.

“Seriously, I’ll help you out just tryyyy for that A pleaseee” You groaned out, trying to come up with a sort of excuse that’d encourage him. “A deal. Care to give me an offer?” He said teasingly, sitting up and once again interested, hoping you took the bait.

You huff, gnawing at your thumb to think. Something that Satoru would want.. a motivation of sorts.. He already has money and luxuries she can’t even afford.

He was watching silently, he’s grown to find pleasant the way your features would seem alert when you tried to focus. Your brows would crinkle just a bit, lips wrapped around your finger while you nibble on your nail in thought.

“How about.. You do most of the talking for the presentation.. And I’ll do all the slides, you won't lay a finger aside from researching!” You quipped, looking over to see him looking at you silently. He hummed in response, “Hmmm I guess.” He said softly.

That’s when you noticed just how close he was, his leg pressed close to yours, resting his chin against his palm as he kept his eye on you.

He was close, too close for comfort, your body growing warm at the proximity. You swore you saw his gaze flicker down, his words leaving an unkept flutter in your stomach.

“Is there anything else an A can get me?” His voice was low, the question technically innocent. Your body felt otherwise.

Your mouth goes dry as if kindergarten had never done its job to teach you the alphabet, like the letters look more like symbols and you can’t communicate— that type of feeling.

You tear your gaze away, a choked laugh making its way out. “W-We can go to that dumpling stand near campus. It’ll be on me.” You scoot away, your attention diverted elsewhere.

Unbeknownst to you, he was disappointed at your retraction, strangely hoping you would’ve remained in that position.

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Days would go by, forcing him to stay late to study, reaffirming his tone to perfection. He would complain at first, reluctant to show up. You went as far as getting in contact with that pretty brunette he was with last time.

“So.. He’s actually trying to get a higher grade than a C?” She asked with a hint of surprise to her tone. You nod, trying to get her on board with your meticulous plan, “An A to be exact.. I really need the grade..”

“And he agreed to it?” She asked, eyebrow raised. You nod once again, “He’ll focus on speech and delivery, while I do the background stuff.. I just need him to remain concentrated.” His word was something but having extra help wouldn’t be a bad idea either.

“Wow.. is that so?” she trailed off, making you a bit nervous. You quickly reassured the woman, “Are you dating him? Because I don’t have intentions of–” The girl’s eyes widened before letting out a dry laugh.

“That’s not it- I’m just surprised he is promising to try for an A… he’s more of a.. you know,” she makes a little motion with her arm and shrugs, “Go with the flow typa guy.”

You felt a growing embarrassment wondering why you assumed that was an option to begin with—specifically the dip in her stomach while waiting for her response.

You’d come to find out the girl’s name was ‘Shoko’ and thankfully so she did help out to keep him in line. Sometimes he’d come whining, dragged along by the unphased woman, other days she’d manage to steal his phone and hand it to you as ransom. She was great truly.

Eventually, he’d start showing up on his own. Dragging Shoko to your sessions so she could listen to him recite the presentation. You’d both share your laptop even if he brought his own, he would get you snacks and even show you the research and points he found.

Shoko even jokes you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. You want to beat yourself for feeling pride at the thought.

You’re brought out of your thoughts to Satoru calling out your name, “Finally, been repeating your name for a while now– you ready?” He asked with a smile, the sight bringing you another wave of nervousness for some reason.

“Yeaahhh…” you trailed off before shaking your head and making a disappointed hum. He wouldn’t admit it, but he found it rather cute.. The more he talked to you, the more expressive you had become.

Just how far would he go to see it all?

“Hey, we’re prepared. You prepared us very well.” He was trying to ease you, flashing you another smile and a playful wink, “Now let me win it for ya.”

This was it. The outcome was now in his hands.

“I know you will.” You said softly, and somewhere there, you could see the peaks of his ears crimson up, but he’d clear his throat and turn away.

“ ‘kay then, let’s not lose points for showing up late.”

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You’re sitting beside Satoru, his body draped across the lounge chair at the library. You’ve been refreshing Canvas for the past 10 minutes, waiting for your final grade to appear.

“I’m sure they’ll post it soon, chill,” he commented mindlessly, his arm lazily nudging you. You shake your head, gnawing at your nail as you wait for the blank line to be replaced with a number.

He kept his eye on you before sitting up and scooching closer to where you sat. He rests his cheek against his hand, watching you silently. Finally, he catches your attention, hesitantly glancing in his direction.

“You okay?”

“I’m.. fine.”

“Just fine?”

You couldn’t help but feel the smile creeping up your face, unable to hide the appreciation for his concern,

“Perfectly fine.” You finally spoke, taking a deep breath and nodding, as if affirming your last statement. He lost your gaze to the screen again, staring expectantly and fidgeting with your nails by flicking them against each other.

He reached for your hand, his touch warm as he stopped you from continuing the nervous action. That alone made you slowly turn to him. You silently stare, unsure whether this squeezing in your chest is a good sign.

He replicated your smile, “You gave the right links, You didn’t stutter, that’s a good grade to me.” he reassured you. You only nodded again, your brain telling you to retract from his hold, but your body didn’t listen. He looked back at you with the same expression, beginning to gently run his thumb across the back of your hand.

“Actually, I was thinking we could–” Your laptop made a happy chime, an email regarding to the updated grades. “It’s in!” You pull your hand away with no thought, leaving Satoru with a slight sulk.

You scroll through the assignments, clicking the ‘grades section and waiting impatiently for it to load.

“Holy shit..” you muttered to yourself, a bright smile forming on your lips.

Sure it wasn’t 100, but a 95? You’ll take it.

Satoru shoves his face a little closer to the screen and a genuine laugh left his mouth at the score. “Didn’t I say you’d be okay?”

You roll your eyes, the smile you wore was more relaxed and relieved. “Yeah, yeah, you were right.”

He leans closer, his expression taunting with the little snicker he made, “That means I winnn” he made a dramatic pose, tips of his fingers to his forehead like he was a know-it-all to begin with.

True.. You didn’t think he’d get the same grade as you but surely opening the site– he got the same score.

“Huh… I guess you do..” You mumbled, biting your lip at the number while he continued flaunting the score.

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It wasn’t a date. You reminded yourself of it constantly; it's a truce, an agreement, a celebration of your passing grade. Even then, You were fidgeting with the ends of your sweater, readjusting your scarf every ten seconds. Not because you were nervous or anything.

“Heyyy You got here before me.” He said with a smile, his breathing fanning out in white puffs. You nod, glancing over to the sidewalk, “Better than one of us being late.” He shrugs, beginning to walk in the direction of the stand.

“How far is it again?” You made a hum, trying to guess an estimate, “About a 15-minute walk or so..” He nods slowly before nudging your shoulder, “Brought your wallet, right? Because I left mineeee” With that tone, it was obvious he left it on purpose.

“You’re rich.” You deadpanned, watching him snicker before making another shrug, “And? Free food is priceless.” You roll your eyes, a little smile forming on your lips.

After a while, you did get used to him. He wasn’t as bad as you thought, for the most part.

“I think this just proves we should be partners for the rest of class?” He suggested coolly, earning a scoff from you and a side eye, “Yeah right.. we had to lock in near the end because of how busy you were.”

He made a dramatic sigh, “You’re keeping me away from success Sweetheart.” The pet name didn’t fall on deaf ears, a tingling spark waking your senses at the sound of it.

“Are you saying I’m a lucky charm?” You asked with a brow raised.

His grin said it all, glancing down at you. “Definitely my lucky charm, yeah.” This was just typical Satoru, his comments coming off as flirty. His charming smile activated, so normal of him,

But when did it start working on you?

You look away, needed after this gnawing sensation has started to make itself known, none of it being good.

There was a time when even looking in his direction made you scowl, where you heard him at a distance and felt exhausted before seeing him.

But here you are. Talking about anything and everything, he’s listening to you, and you’re openly letting him know.

There’s an exchange of words rather than an assumption.

You continue walking down the sidewalk, laughing at another stupid retelling of his daily adventures.

“The scooter did happen to fuck up over a tiny rock and I ended up crashing into a girl scout’s cookie table..” You couldn’t even discreetly laugh, your voice echoing in fits of laughter. He didn’t have to worry about the cold when you had him feeling warm to the corner of his ears.

“You’re obnoxious.” You watch him make a dramatic gasp, hand pressed to his chest.

“I made up for it! I offered to buy the stock they brought but they were convincing enough to make me work beside them.” You cross your arms and nod. “An appeal for their business… I see the vision..”

He scoffed, nudging your shoulder playfully and making you do the same with light banter. It was childish and you couldn’t help but play along.

“You know you didn’t put your scarf on properly right?” He quipped out the topic. You glance down, trying to readjust it. “What? I was just trying to stay warm there–” He makes a hum before stopping in his tracks, taking a spot in front of you. “You won't be able to keep the cold out like that…” he murmured, his voice much lower when he came close.

Your voice grew dim, unable to utter a word as his fingers unwrapped the knitted fabric. His eyes were focused on wrapping it a lot more snugly. “No cold right?” His voice was soothing, kicking out any chill there was before.

“No..” you said softly, looking to the side to keep your heart from dysfunctioning, his thumb pressed against your chin, lifting it to offer a better angle and leveling your gaze. “I’m not there— but here.” his voice was dangerous to you, caught in sight like a deer in headlights. It was the proximity, unable to stop yourself from looking down at his lips. He must’ve caught on because his own flickered down to yours.

His thumb pressed to your bottom lip as if he were questioning the realness of the situation. You didn’t stop him, closing your eyes as he drew closer.

“Satoruuuuu! ‘S that you over there?”

You opened your eyes, the moment cut short.

He cursed under his breath, immediately pulling back. He held a tight smile, his expression complex to decipher. “Ah heyyyy, long time no see..”

You glanced in the direction of the voice, catching a glimpse of a long-haired blonde woman. She was rather pretty, and the clothing she wore defined her figure. She eyed you for a long second, not hiding it at all.

You made an awkward shuffle, pointing to the stand, “I’ll um.. I’ll go get us some.” he opened his mouth to speak, wanting to stop you, but nothing came out. “Yeah.. thanks..” he said softly, redirecting his focus to the blonde, giving you small glances.

You walked over to the stand, making sure not to stare just yet.. eventually you couldn’t help but glance back. The woman was devouring him with a stare, batting her lashes, smiling sweetly, all of the above really.

You felt your stomach twist, forcing yourself to look away. A few minutes passed ordering your food, to be honest that was the last thing on your mind but you had to find a way to distract yourself.

He didn’t mean anything to you.. or that’s what you want to think. You don’t know where this courage had come from, maybe it was the stolen glances or the time spent together, but you felt like things between the two of you could grow different?

You held a soft smile, hearing your name be called close by. The worker handed you the two food trays, giving them a small ‘thank you’.

You made your way to the two, hoping to maybe go eat this at the park nearby, or maybe even at the bench near the campus water fountain, his presence was nice—

“So.. that’s that girl who passed by our cheer practice huh?” The girl spoke, her eyes focused on the white haired man. Her eyes would squint, judgmentally.

“You dating her?” She asked with a pout, and the idea made your stomach flutter in ways it shouldn’t.

“Nahh just a partner for class.”

You stopped in your tracks, your feet growing heavy out of nowhere. Your heart was accelerating in the worst way, trying not to jump to conclusions.

“Then why are you here?” She asked, looking up at him with faux innocence. You could feel mockery in her voice as if she were ready to start criticizing you without even speaking to you.

“Didn’t want to disappoint. There’s just not a lot of me to go around ya know?”

Your heart expands into your throat, body cold when you hear the words leave his mouth. But of course, you forgot.. you weren’t technically friends.

This was a transaction of sorts, he'll cooperate to give you a good grade, in return he gets the grade too. It was such a simple process that you must’ve forgotten along the way.

You aren’t friends.

You guys weren’t in similar groups, your contact list could never double to his, Satoru wouldn’t glance at you if it wasn’t for the required project. It was conventional.

And unfortunately, not realistic. Satoru would never see you for more than a classmate who helped him out.

The amount of fabric didn’t save you from the cold breeze that filled you. There was no wind blowing but you felt like a simple graze would make you crumble into the air.

You backed up, trying to not make a sound on your way out. Even if they did hear your feet hit the cement, he wouldn’t glance because well.. he got what he needed, the reason to hangout was over. You can go back to your dorm, begin on personal projects and be satisfied with guaranteeing your full credit.

You’re upset that you can’t feel relief.

That’s how you ended up at this frat party. You’ve been ignoring Satoru for the past few weeks, at all costs. You’d see him appear, and you’d immediately walk the other way. There were times where he’d wave for your attention, to where you just kept your eyes away from him.

Even when you did this, you had to remind yourself you didn’t like him to begin with. He was annoying, spoiled, and self absorbed.

But you hated to remind yourself of things you didn’t truly believe. Somewhere along the way you used those reminders to excuse the ache of the many things he wasn’t.

So there you are. Red solo cup in hand and the wall your only support. Your eyes flicker over to the DJ, the table he used was decorated with littered cups and bold people dancing on top.

You wish you were that drunk, a part of you knew if you were, it wouldn’t be for fun. That’d be sad and you can tough it out! You don’t need any liquor to move on-

“Y/n?”

That voice brought a mirage of a person. They mixed drinks but not enough to give auditory hallucinations right?

You look up to confirm the owner, your chest feeling tight all of a sudden.

Satoru is staring at you, surprised. He tried to wave in your face, only making you glance the other way. “Hey it’s been a while!” He yelled excitedly over the music. You still didn’t answer, your eyes focused on your cup.

You knew he was uncomfortable by the way he shifted, only moving a bit to let people push past him. He sighs, “wallflower huh? I’ll try it out.” He said coolly.

He proceeded to follow your posture and pressed to the wall. You could almost get Deja vu from how things were going. It was silent between the two of you, he would occasionally steal you glances, and you?

Well you acted dumb.

You swerve the drink in a circular spectacle, watching it glimmer with the neon purple of the black light. This was stupid. You, feel stupid.

“So.. you come here often?” He smirked, flashing you the signature charm. You groaned and rolled your eyes, already beginning to walk away.

“No wait— shit—“ he reached for your arm, softly grasping it before you were fully out of his view. It was gentle enough to shove him off but.. the touch was enough to stop you and wait.

“How are you?” Your brows furrowed at the question. All these lights rotating from bright colors to dark ones, you saw him under every shade and the question still didn’t seem to have an answer.

You press your tongue to your cheek, coming closer just because you don’t want to hear any more people give you drunken apologies for pushing you around. You don’t bother looking at him, glancing back down at your cup.

“I’m fine–“

“Just fine?”

“Couldn’t be better.”

He nodded slowly, if it weren’t for the ambiance, you could swear there was a bit of a frown at the response. He fumbled with the edge of his cup, for once keeping silent. “Is this what you stopped me for?” You ask, a little upset.

He looks up, opening his mouth to speak with a confident smile before struggling with the sentence. “Look. I’m sorry about that whole thing last time, I didn’t think she’d talk to me for so long.” You scoff, ripping your hand from his grasp with a little mutter of something along the lines of ‘Go fuck yourself’. He didn’t like how he left things open-ended with you, but even worse—

He hated how there was no banter like before.

“Wait! Y/n come on – ” He reached for your wrist again, causing you to press it to your chest. You shake your head and slip past people, wanting out of this place.

Partying was fun, the lights, the alcohol, and the music gave you this pedestal that you’ll probably never find in the day-to-day. You’ll even do risky dances to regret and laugh about later.

But when you’re suffocated, the party is a loud trap. It cages you with semi-aware adults, the music is muffling your ears – and your senses are numb. No one moves but you’re pressed against their bodies, caging you. The heat makes the air as useless as water in your lungs. Something once good becomes the worst.

Now add the guy you almost kissed with that.

Your body is boiling for you to get the fuck out.

You push against others, way past the excuse me’s as you feel your throat form a lump and your arms becoming tougher as they block you from sweaty bodies. The lump was growing and it only tugged at the nerves that start the faucet.

You can hear Satoru right behind you, actually struggling to get by when everyone wants to speak with him. A popularity problem you’d guess, unrecognizability saving you for once.

A long time ago you might’ve asked to be in that place. Tonight you’re grateful it helps you slip away.

You could feel the fresh breeze strike your cheek, making your head whip in its direction. Finally, after pushing a random guy to the side without much protest–

You could breathe.

You inhale deeply, your lung capacity going to its limit just to bring some color back to your face. The night was colder than when you had got there, but your body was too hot to feel like a disturbance.

Then there was heaving right behind you, repeating the same actions you did. “Shit– y/n give me— a minute,”

“No, Satoru — what else do you want from me!?” You exasperated, but he shook his head, you could see his brow twitch upward. He was gasping for air, trying to catch his breath.

“I wanted to apologize.”

“I don’t accept it.”

“It was unfair to you—“

You scoff, your eyes narrow and your throat begins to tighten. The imagery flashes through your head. His slender fingers wrapped around a few strands, his voice trailing off when he’d look down at you, and that stupid fucking look that was the bridge of this whole shit.

“You lead me on like– like I’m another one of your distractions!” You didn’t mean for your voice to tremble, but it wavered enough to be noticeable.

He tried to follow after you again causing you to harshly shake it off not wanting to be near him.

“Is that how you saw it?? I was just-“ he looks just as frustrated as you, trying to understand you while you’re glaring at him with the same eyes he falls into.

“Your grade mattered that much?— you used me?-“ he immediately began shaking his head at your accusation. “I didn’t even say that!-“

“No? You implied it. I heard it all!” You confirmed his worries, pursing his lips before letting out a sigh. “I didn’t mean... I didn’t know what I was saying alright?” His explanation wasn’t enough for you; it was too vague to fix the damage.

You scoff, muttering a simple ‘of course’ and glaring at the grass. The sound of the music was more audible than your voices, obviously trying to find a way to go about this.

“Y/n. It isn’t just about the grade— I didn’t care for it!” You shake your head once more, laughing dryly.

“That’s what you wanted me to see, I knew you were a fucking liar, self absorbed asshole!—“

“Oh! Oh yeah?? And you have a stick up your ass all the time! You don’t give a fuck about anything else!“ he retorted back, “Always focused! The perfect student! hardworking! I’m not good enough for you!”

You looked up at him, confusion overtaking your frustration. “You.. what?”

“I can’t have a day where you don’t appear, it annoys me – aside from dealing with your nagging in class, I could hear your damn voice in my sleep, you just had to be my partner?”

You scoff, “You suck at this.”

“Shut up. I’m trying here-” he pushed back his hair, frustrated with you. That seems to ease when your chuckle follows.

“I thought you held brawns and beauty,” you mumbled sarcastically,

“No, that’d be you.”

The silence had never befell you both this quick. Breathing was terrifying, looking at him was terrifying, but more so was the acceleration of your heart. You were afraid that your body was pumping blood too fast, that the rhythmic drumming in your ears was audible.

Satoru watches your silence, before deciding that his tongue was too tied for once. His hand hesitated, before reaching up to cup your cheek.

Your lashes batted against your soft skin, staring up at him with a silent question. It didn’t take long for him to lower his face to yours. There was no hurry, no comedic comment, just his pride stepping down for once.

His lips pressed against yours in a gentle kiss, the tension alleviating from weeks of pent-up emotions. He was infuriating with his comments, and stubbornness you sometimes couldn’t stand,

regardless, your arms loop around his neck, pulling him for another once he begins to pull away.

#gojo x reader #jjk gojo #satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #gojo x you #jjk fanfic #gojo satoru #jjk #satoru gojo #Churi's Melodies ⋆｡♫

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waitmyturtles · 3 months ago

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Gelboys, Episode 4: What’s Old Is New Again Is Kicking My Ass In Such Good Ways

[Another appropriate title to this post could be: Sad Boys (Bois?) Are Eternal, which, oh yes, they are.]

(h/t @my-rose-tinted-glasses)

I was half-liveblogging to @lurkingshan while I was watching this episode late yesterday, asking and begging Shan, WE ALL COLLECTIVELY GET WHAT’S HAPPENING HERE, RIGHT?!?!5555583737474 🤣🤣😭😭😭😭

The eternal trap of embarrassing yourself for a love that’s almost impossible to call your own, is what I was first reeling about.

The fact that Baabin voluntarily left the concert of his dreams to chase after his one-sided love of Fou4mod is what got me this week in my nostalgic feels. When I was a young lass — how many hang-outs and adventures did I miss with my friends because I was chasing after a dillweed. So many.

Do I regret missing those moments with my homies? Some, yes. Not all of them, though.

I don’t regret having the experiences I had in my teens and twenties — because, stereotypically, they made me who I am today. Chasing after assholes taught me that chasing after assholes was an activity that didn’t pay off, emotionally and even financially (ha, yes, seriously — Baabin spent dough on those tickets).

What we’re seeing in this show is the process of Fou4mod and Baabin laying down the bricks of their life experiences, creating moments in their lives that their future selves will learn from by way of how they want to experience happiness AFTER the tumult that we’re watching them go through now. We, as the audience, are observers to the youth that we know these young guys will grow out of before they know what hit them.

Besides all of what Baabin went through in this episode — ESPECIALLY during that INCREDIBLE confessional crescendo and decrescendo — I am also just SO obsessed with the story of Fou4mod and Chian crossing a significant line of youthful experience in the photo booth.

In a case of the director himself getting real macro and meta, look at Boss Naruebet Kuno showing us what’s old is new again, again.

(what’s up my girl @shortpplfedup) (h/t to the legendary @liyazaki!)

All of these scenes, from 2021’s I Told Sunset About You, to today’s Gelboys (actually set in 2022, tee-hee), sit in the space of young high schoolers contemplating the whens and the hows of how they will cross lines with the people they are attracted to at these moments.

This goes for Baabin, too. He ultimately can’t decide to cross the line of confessing to Fou4mod, leaving him alone, staring and tearing up at a picture of the goddess Lisa, in multiple stages of regret.

From Teh and Oh-aew to Fou4mod and Chian — these young men are negotiating their lines of intimacy and engagement, for what might be the first time in their lives. I absolutely love that this is a theme that Boss has returned to in his work. Instead of giving us a fantasy high school romance, Boss gives us ITSAY and Gelboys, two shows that sit in a more raw and real place of teenagers being messy because….they don’t know anything else but the messiness they’re in now. It takes a whole lot of life experience to have love and sex with someone that can be on the calmer and more copacetic side.

I am just kicking up my heels with this experience of watching teenagers grow up in intimacy through Boss’s work. He’s not shying away from depicting the very real pain and confusion of these experiences. I channeled Baabin fully from my past experiences during this episode. No matter the technology and distractions these young people have in Gelboys, the confusion, the pain, and the hyperbolic joy of unrequited love or first sex remains constant, consistent, and eternal for every generation of humanity — and I love that Gelboys is using a very loud drill, louder over the sound of Spotify playlists and Siam Square concerts, to make that point.

#gelboys #gelboys the series #i told sunset about you #itsay #chian x fou4mod #fou4mod x chian #teh x oh-aew #oh-aew x teh #boss kuno #boss naruebet #boss naruebet kuno #new chayapak #pj mahidol #pide monthapoom #pp krit #billkin putthipong #pj’s performance was masterful in this episode #his family clearly has good acting genes

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alsktudy · 1 year ago

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— because i love you

paring. joshua x reader genre. fluff, comfort, bsf!joshua, f2l, mutual pining, it's the little things au wc. 0.7k warning. reader drinks alcohol and wears make up, mention of vomit, confession

synopsis. you finally learn the reason why joshua insists on doing the little things for you.

au m.list. it's the little things [f]

“take slow steps alright?”

you nod, grinning like an idiot at his words as he helps you make your way to the bedroom without planting your face onto the floor.

usually you wouldn’t drink this much, but something in you wanted to go a little crazy tonight. but you went a little too far, which led to your friends to calling the one guy who would like to look after you voluntarily.

“you smell horrible,” joshua laughs as you plop down, laying on the bed.

joshua begins talking, but it all seems muffled as some uncomfortable feeling begins to bubble up from your stomach.

suddenly you sit up and sober up, “shua! m-move!” you push him out of the way and beeline straight for the bathroom, kneeling at the toilet causing joshua to rush in and hold up your hair.

you groan as he helps you up and brings water for you to drink.

“gotta brush your teeth, don’t want you to have vomit breath in the morning.” you pout and nod, groggily making you way to the sink.

you lean on him as the two of you walk back to the bedroom, laying back down on the bed, closing your eyes.

he hears your soft snores and his heart begins to melt at the sight. he chuckles to himself and begins to take your stinky clothes off.

if this was anyone else, you probably would try to kick them the second they tried to help you out of your clothes, but your head was still buzzing and it felt a little nice being helped for once, plus joshua would be stubborn and insist on helping you.

once he has you in your fresh clothes, he carefully tucks you underneath your blankets then notices your makeup and groans at himself for not reminding you to wash your face.

seeing how peaceful you were while sleeping, he decides not to wake you and runs off to dab micellar water on a cotton pad and returns back into the room, gently wipe off your makeup, your eyes slowly fluttering open.

“sorry… just needed to take your make up off.” he says a little guilty for waking you up.

you shake your head and mumble, “it’s fine, i should be sorry,” he moves away then throws the pads in the nearby trash can and tilts his head in confusion, “i’m such a burden to you.” you chuckle pathetically at yourself.

“and why do you think you’re a burden?” he asks, adjusting the blanket so that you’re sufficiently covered.

“i made you pick me up, and help me and stuff... ugh i even vomited… that’s so gross.” you groan at yourself, being a little embarrassed.

he sits on your side of the bed and sighs to himself, “i’d rather pick you up from the bar, help get you out of your clothes, take off your makeup and tuck you into bed than read your text telling that you woke up on the floor,” he reaches out to caress your cheek. “imagine how gross it would be if you vomited while you were home alone.”

“but why do you help me?“ you say, face growing a little hotter at the feeling of his hand on your face, “i don’t deserve this, or you."

he smiles and rests his forehead yours, “i do all of this, because i love you.”

you stare up at him with big eyes adoring him, his three words ringing through out your ears. “what…?”

he whispers, “i love you, i’m- hoplessly in love with you and i hope you could love me too.”

“i can. i- i mean i already i do.” you mumble shyly.

he eyes widen a little, then he smiles then presses a kiss on tip of your nose, “now cmon, how bout you fall asleep, hm?” he says, smiling before walking to the door.”

you call out his name, causing to stop and look at you over his shoulder. “stay over tonight,” you say patting to the unoccupied space next to you, “please?”

he could never say no to you. he makes his way around the bed and goes underneath the covers, shuffling a little closer before pulling you closer.

“i really love you,” he mumbles into your hair, “and i’ll do everything in my power to show you that i do every day of my life, i promise.” he says before the two of you drift to sleep.

thank you for reading until the end!! please reblog if you enjoyed it :)

a/n. oh! 2 fics in a month!? thats new. currently not learning any content at school so im able to write a little more! this might be the last one for a while, but hopefully not!

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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 1 year ago

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Which joestar do you think would be the worst yandere? And why

Pick your poison! I like to think the Joestar’s all have their little traits that shine the most based on their personality (so whose the worst can depend on what you’re uncomfortable with). Going to do just the og verse jojo’s for this 1-6.

Jonathan : Very sweet almost intoxicatingly so, but he tends to end up a bit overprotective/just a bit babying. Insisting he does things for you, if you have some issue somewhere else? Why not let him resolve it. Don’t fret over too much he has the means to take care of you. There might be a time or two your room might be locked if you’re a little more stubborn than usual

Joseph: What is this thing called “personal space” ? It almost sounds like a foreign language to this man. He totally didn’t mess certain things up so you happen to meet up with him. Not sure why your date stood you up? He couldn’t possibly give an answer other than they’re not worth your time since they didn’t bother showing up. He should take you to this great place he loves going to after a long day.

Jotaro: Stalking type usually, and mows past anything that he might feel gets in the way of you and himself. He’s used to punks, so he’s not afraid to pummel someone if they don’t get the message to scram. When it comes to classes, he’s glancing at you every so often, maybe there’s a “doodle” or two in his notebook. Need to walk somewhere? He’ll walk with you. If you’re hiding out to be alone, he ends up finding you. You’re probably the reason he learns any building’s layout in the first place. Clubs or class cleaning doesn’t stop Jotaro either, he’ll wait as long as it takes. Being sick at home doesn’t stop him either, usually there’s some kind of hot soup/dish that’s good to eat while sick sitting in your room somehow. (Not to mention potential kidnapping later down the line if you’re not really cooperating)

Later Parts like 4 and 6, he’s pretty similar in dropping you off things even if you never once told him your address. (He has a decent memory of these things). Similarly Jotaro has any phone numbers you have in his contacts, and he’ll have a talk personally with anyone that he isn’t fond of approaching you. He tends to have you in the back of his mind while out on his studies, or writing a paper, and yet again drawings somewhere he’s compelled to place them. Every so often he checks in on you (whether you want this or not doesn’t matter). Broken down car? It’s either replaced swiftly or he’s driving you places himself. Maybe he somehow (forces) nudges you to live with him.

Josuke : He’s head over heels for you, and similar to Joseph he’s going to take any opportunity to squeeze himself into your life. He just so happens to have some leftover lunch from that place you like? You looked sad when they had sold out of your favorite meal there, so why doesn’t he help with that? Speaking of, maybe your eyes are drifting somewhere else. He steals any potential love letters to a crush and rewrites them, making it look like you’re confessing to him. He may also leave one of your favorite treats you like in its place. It’s an enigma to you how he found that out.

Giorno : He’s the don of the Italian mafia, he’s almost constantly worried about you. So if he has eyes on you, it’s almost immediate you lose autonomy whether born in Italy or a tourist. He’s clever in his ways to trap you, whether you’re resistant or not doesn’t matter. (he does think you’re cute with a strong head on your shoulders). There’s some of that charisma he possess all the same just like his father. Even if it doesn’t work on you, it makes others around you to trap you easily. Giorno likes to think he gives you a lot of leeway with voluntarily coming to him. He’ll meet you casually in coffee shops or wherever you’re willing to shop at. The bill is covered without you having to say a word. Any cash you used is miraculously brought back to you somehow. The blond isn’t afraid to get his hands a little dirty however when it comes to you. If he has to take something for you to step into his arms (whether it’s your ability to walk around outside or someone close to you) he’ll do whatever it takes.

Jolyne : Sure she stalks somewhat, but like her father she can be bold in taking care of the competition. She’s not afraid to hold your hand or finding a way for you two to do so. Eavesdropping is something she does occasionally, and anyone that wants to stomp on your heart is going to get stomped themselves. She does delay you with stone free (or outright captures you) if Jolyne doesn’t want you to leave. It’s impossible to shake her off, no matter what you try to do. Of course she made a copy of your apartment key, what if there’s an emergency? Maybe she wanted to make you breakfast. Huh? What do you mean she can’t just walk in unannounced? Don’t be ridiculous.

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere jjba #yandere jjba imagines #yandere jjba x reader #jjba imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere jotaro kujo #yandere jonathan joestar #yandere joseph joestar #yandere josuke higashikata #yandere giorno giovanna

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fantocbook · 2 months ago

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Riven

Riven; Prince of the waters

6’5” with the tail, 5’5” without

Pink hair, slightly curled by the water

Fair skin without any markings

When exposed to water, he obtains a pinkish-blue tail with scales that travel up his sides and onto his arms, fins on the outsides of his ears, and iridescent markings along his skin

Blue eyes with a dark ring around the outside of the iris

Can breathe under water and grant the ability for someone else to do so for a certain amount of time with a kiss

Can live away from the water, but he gets sick if he’s out of it for too long

Higher pitched voice for a male, Australian accent. Uses a lot of slang and it’s and terms

Bubbly, a bit stuck up, bratty, flirtatious, cannot take people seriously

Plot 1: you recently lived to live near the beach. You wish you knew why, but for some reason you just felt like that was the place you needed to be when you were finally looking to move away from your family. Starting off in a new area is rough, you have no friends, no job as of now, and no idea where anything is anymore. You e found yourself getting lost on the way to the coffee shop down the street more times than you’d like to admit, but it’s just part of moving, right? Things would get better.

Things did not get better. Your rent went up, your car broke down, you still haven’t found a job. Everything is awful. Most of the people your age that you run into are just tourists. People that leave just as quickly as they arrive, leaving you with one night of good company and then nothing afterwards. You envy the people that live in the inner cities now.

You’re near ready to give up, phone in your hands with the dreaded message to your mother at the ready. You’ve already come to terms with the ‘I told you that you weren’t ready’ message that would likely follow. You’re so immersed in your phone that you don’t see the person in front of you until it’s too late and you’re both crashing to the floor. You look up to apologize only to come face to face with someone who actually looks around your age. He doesn’t look like a tourist, no sunburn or ugly ‘tropical themed’ outfit, just jeans and a tshirt. He is odd though, his hair is pink but the roots don’t look grown out, almost as if it’s freshly dyed.

You stand to apologize, but he beats you to it, hand out to help you up and a charming smile on his face that shows off the dimple on his left cheek. He doesn’t accept your apologies, he doesn’t introduce himself, he just walks off toward the coffee shop you had just come from. You almost call out to him, but he’s already inside as you turn back to face him. You hope you’ll see him again soon, something about him left you curious.

Plot 2: you’re going to die. You’ve come to terms with it now. I mean, there’s nobody to blame but yourself anyways. Who goes voluntarily on a boat when you don’t know how to swim? You apparently. As the chilly water comes up over your head once again, filling your nose and mouth with salty despair, you’re just ready for it to be over with. Nobody knew you fell off the boat, nobody would know until they got back in the morning and sobered up. You are going to die here, alone, cold, and wishing you had just stayed home and watched your favorite television show for the thousandth time like you had originally planned.

You’re so accepting of your fate that you don’t even feel it when someone wraps an arm around your waist and begins to tug you along. Your brain is so foggy from the panic and amount of salt water that has entered your system that it’s a miracle you’ve managed to even be awake for this. The waves make it impossible to tell that you’re moving and you feel the cool touch of a rock against your back right before you lose consciousness.

You’re cold, no, it’s warm. And bright. Very bright. Bright? You sit up, gasping for air and coughing up a lung as you do so. Where are you? You take a minute to look around and study your surroundings. Rock covers nearly every surface except the small window-sized hole that you’re placed under. That’s where the sun is coming from. But how is the sun up? Last you remember it was night time and you were on the boat? Right. You had fallen off. How did you not die?

You look around for another moment. You can feel eyes on you, but you can’t find the source no matter how hard you try. You curse yourself yet again for allowing yourself to go on that little trip in the first place. All of your things are likely ruined now and your friends, if they are even awake yet, are likely freaking out. You stand up and begin to look for an escape when you hear the water become disturbed beside you. A flash of pink is all you see, but you now remember the hands that guided you to this safe place. There’s no way you got here alone.

You hear someone call your name and it snaps you out of your thoughts. Two of your friends from the boat run toward you and behind you and begin to look over you throughly before hugging you, exclaiming about how they thought you had died. Meanwhile your mind is on the thing who saved you and how you could possibly repay it.

Plot 3: come up with something new or add to/take away from the first two! You don’t have to use one of these, they are just suggestions! (I do have the right to deny any plot I dont feel comfortable with)

I do have a more sad plot in mind for this character if you don’t mind angst, just ask!

💭Inspirations: @livealittleoc-cb @oc-empire

Possible rp partners: @favegirls-ocbot @moonlit-nights-club @violettaamore @timmburrton @folklore-cb @halloween-cb @nightskysing @badbf-cb @clubwnderland @multi-joong @dragonrider-cb @hybrid-babies @redlight-cb (dm to be +/-!)

Art and photos do not belong to me!

#riven speaks

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therealjambery · 3 months ago

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Year of the OTP: February

Shush, it's still February where I am for (checks clock) almost two hours.

I am trying to write ficlets each month this year. I meant for them to be written in one sitting and be minimally edited, but so far both of them have been longer than I expected! This one took me all week. (Mostly because I started working for a prompt for March earlier in the month by mistake. Oops.)

Fandom: MCU Pairing: Winterhawk Rating: Teen Prompt: bed sharing Wordcount: 3355

"Someone has to stay with him."

Clint groaned and leaned back against the wall by the elevator. "I'll be fine, guys," he said. "The doc didn't even want to keep me overnight." Sure, his head was throbbing and his stomach was one sharp turn from rebelling completely, but it wasn't that bad.

Natasha poked him in the ribs, right in a spot where he knew was going to have a spectacular bruise in the morning.

"Ow, Nat, come on!"

"Concussion protocol," she said primly.

"Not it," Tony said. "What?" he asked, at Steve's frown. "I have repairs to make. If you don't recall, I was the one the building fell on, after I rescued birdbrain here from certain death."

"My hero," Clint said.

"You know I would," Natasha patted his cheek, "but I have to be on a plane to South America in four hours."

"I'll do it," said a quiet voice to his left.

Clint straightened in surprise. Bucky was standing at the edge of the common area, one hand on the doorframe. He was wearing jeans and a soft looking grey henley. The other Avengers seem momentarily lost for words. Bucky didn't often voluntarily spend time with any of them, except Steve.

"It's really not necessary," Clint said. He started edging toward the elevator. "Look, I'm just going to go home, walk my dog, and go to bed. Nothing strenuous."

"You're going to Bed Stuy?" Steve asked in an incredulous tone.

"Well, yeah," Clint said. "Lucky's been alone all day. Kate's still on the West Coast and Simone is visiting her sister. I can't just leave him there."

"And how," Natasha asked, pinning him into place with her glare, "were you planning on getting to Brooklyn?"

"The subway?" Clint tried, and then wilted as all four superheros, including Bucky, stared at him in horror. "I have a concussion," he said, very reasonably, he thought. "I can't drive."

"Absolutely not," Natasha said flatly.

Steve turned his worried face toward Bucky. "You sure, Buck?" he asked.

"I can take him," Bucky said. "Just gotta," he jerked his thumb over his shoulder, "put my boots on." He turned and left before there was a chance for anyone to object.

Clint was, possibly, a little jealous. He slid a little closer to the elevator.

"Well, they're not taking the subway," Tony said. "I will not be responsible for a concussed Hawkeye and the Terminator on line 5 during rush hour. Happy will drive them."

"Okay," Steve said. He was still looking toward the doorway, forehead wrinkled, but he kept any other objections to himself.

"Do I get a say in this?" Clint asked plaintively.

"No," Natasha said. She poked him directly in his bruised ribs again. "Don't give him a hard time. It will be good for you both." She turned on her heel, apparently satisfied. "I'm going to bed," she said.

Tony shoved his phone back into his pocket. "Happy will meet us downstairs in five minutes," he said. He nodded at Steve. "I'll take them down on my way to the workshop. Don't worry, Cap."

Steve pointed at Tony. "Dinner in an hour," he said, cutting Tony off when he tried to argue. "Nope, you're not getting out of this one, Stark. I promised Pepper."

Waving a hand dismissively, Tony said, "What she doesn't know won't hurt her."

Steve started walking backward. "Tony," he said, mouth curling up at one corner, "are you asking me to lie to Pepper? I'm Captain America. I can't lie." He turned around and jogged out of the room before Tony could answer.

"You are too a liar, Rogers!" Tony shouted after him. He put his hands on his hips and glared at the open doorway.

Clint really had to get better at leaving a room before people could argue with him.

Bucky appeared, his hair tucked up under a baseball cap and wearing a leather jacket. He had a small backpack slung over his shoulder.

"Great, we're all here." Tony pushed the button for the elevator. "Garage first, then the lab, J," he said.

"Of course, sir." The elevator doors peeled open and they all trooped inside.

Too tired to argue any more, Clint slouched against the wall of the elevator, crossing his arms and staring at his feet. The ride down was silent, Tony typing away on his phone, and Bucky looking at some point in the middle distance and ignoring them both.

Tony ushered them into the garage and into the sleek black car waiting for them. "Have fun kids," he said, and slammed the door shut.

Clint leaned his head against the window, not bothering with the seatbelt. "You really don't have to come babysit me," he said.

"I don't mind." Bucky's voice was rough, and he was looking out the window, not at Clint, when Clint peeked at him out of the corner of his eye. He cleared his throat. "Change of scenery would be nice," he said. "Really, you're the one doing me a favor."

"Sure," Clint said sarcastically.

That pretty much killed the conversation. The silence was starting to weigh heavily on Clint by the time they got to his apartment building. He opened the door and was out of the car almost before it had come to a complete stop.

"Thanks, Happy," he called, almost tripping over the curb.

"Please don't give yourself a second concussion," Bucky said drily, walking around the car in a more staid fashion. He waved as Happy pulled away from the curb and out into traffic.

"Wouldn't be the first time," Clint said. He was feeling better, just being out of the car and so close to home. His bed was calling him, a siren song that he didn't have the willpower to resist. He really needed to take a shower, rinse the plaster and brick dust out of his hair and wash the antiseptic smell of medical off his skin. And eat something, probably, but Lucky came first.

He dragged himself up the steps to the building and input the code for the front door. When he saw the 'out of order' sign hanging crookedly on the elevator door, he groaned. "I forgot to call the elevator guys," he said, sighing.

Bucky looked around, taking in the scuffed tile floor, the worn banister on the stairs, the mailboxes with peeling address labels set into one wall. He raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that the super's job?" he asked.

Clint tapped his chest. "I'm the super," he said. "I own the building." He started for the stairs, gripping the banister to steady himself as he started to climb.

"You own the building."

It didn't seem to be a question, so Clint didn't answer. He needed all his breath for getting up the stairs without looking like too much of a loser, Bucky a silently judgmental presence behind him. They finally made it to the fourth floor and Clint heaved a big breath in relief. He dug his keys out of his pocket.

He could hear Lucky on the other side of the door, tags jingling, as he shoved his key into the lock.

"Hey buddy," he said, opening the door. Lucky barked and ran around in a tight circle.

Clint dropped to his knees and hugged the wriggling dog, getting a faceful of slobber when Lucky licked his cheek. "Aw, I missed you too, boy," he said. He stood up.

Lucky barked again, tail wagging, as Bucky stepped inside, shutting the door behind himself. Clint could see his eyes moving as he cataloged the open concept apartment, kitchen on one side, living room and stairs to the loft on the other.

"This is Bucky," Clint said to his dog. "He's a friend, okay?"

"Hey Lucky," Bucky said, his voice soft. He put his backpack down carefully on the floor and held out his right hand for Lucky to sniff.

Lucky took his time, sniffing Bucky's hand all over, then his boots, letting Bucky stroke a hand over his head as he investigated his footwear.

"I gotta," Clint said vaguely, picking up Lucky's leash off the kitchen island.

"Sit," Bucky said, and Lucky sat. "Not you," he told the dog, but patted his head and said, "good boy. You," he said to Clint. "Sit down before you fall over."

"Are you gonna tell me I'm a good boy too?" Clint muttered rebelliously, but he sat on one of the stools and put his elbows on the island, resting his chin in his hands. His heart was still pounding from climbing the stairs, and he felt lightheaded.

Bucky leaned on the counter and raised an eyebrow at Clint. "Good boy," he said.

Clint could feel a flush rising from his neck to his face as Bucky didn't look away, a small smile curling the corners of his lips. He buried his face in his arms. "Ugh," he said.

He heard Bucky open the refrigerator and set something on the counter. He patted Clint's shoulder. "Eat something," he said, and his fingers slid over the back of Clint's neck so lightly Clint couldn't tell if it was on purpose or not. "I'll take the dog out."

He kept his head pillowed on his arms, willing his blush to die down, as Bucky picked up the leash and got Lucky out the door, closing it softly. When he finally felt able to lift his head, he saw a pizza box on the counter. It was even fresh - he had just ordered in yesterday. He flipped over the top and grabbed a piece. He didn't bother warming it up, just took a bite, wincing a bit at the soreness in his jaw as he chewed. Yeah, that was probably going to bruise later.

It must be the concussion. He had to have imagined Bucky flirting with him. Bucky had never shown any interest in flirting with anyone, as far as he could tell. He had slowly emerged from Steve's suite at the Tower, but to see him on his own without Steve was still rare. Clint couldn't figure out why he had chosen to set himself on Hawkeye concussion watch.

Clint usually spent time at the Tower when Lucky was with Kate, so he wasn't always in residence. But he had come to appreciate Bucky's quiet, wry sense of humor and steady presence during team dinners or movie nights. Bucky was kind, funny in an understated sort of way. When his mood turned dark, it was always focused inward, and he would retreat; emerging a day or two later seemingly none the worse for wear. And sure, the guy was hot as hell, with his metal arm, and his aim, and his thighs that could probably crush a man's head like a watermelon.

Not that Clint had spent a lot of time thinking about Bucky's thighs or anything. Not that he hadn't been nursing a teeny tiny crush on the man, since he had first made Clint a cup of coffee - black, two sugars - exactly the way he liked it.

He was working on a second piece of pizza when Bucky came back. Unclipping Lucky's leash from his collar, he hung it on a hook by the door. Clint had put it up for just that purpose - well, that and hanging up his keys - but never actually used.

Bucky set a paper bag on the counter and pulled out a bottle of Gatorade, sliding it across to Clint.

Clint caught it with the hand not holding his half eaten slice of pizza. "Thanks," he said. "You really - you really don't have to."

"Already said I don't mind." Bucky dug around in the bag and pulled out another bottle of Gatorade and a carton of eggs, putting them in the refrigerator. He leaned his hip against the counter opposite Clint.

"Help yourself to whatever you want," Clint said. "Mi casa es su casa or whatever." Abruptly nauseous, he set his crust back in the box. He cracked open the sports drink and took a small sip, trying to will his body to cooperate. He stood, only wavering on his feet a little before catching his balance. "I'm gonna take a quick shower," he said.

Bucky only nodded, picking out a slice for himself from the open box between them.

Clint took the Gatorade to the bathroom, downing two aspirin with it after he turned on the water. He stripped and rinsed off efficiently, only realizing as he stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel that he hadn't thought to bring clean clothes with him. He toweled off roughly, cursing, and wrapped the towel around his waist.

Glancing down, he could see the darkening bruise on his right side, approximately the length and width of Iron Man's forearm. It was going to develop into a deep bluish purple overnight, he could tell. He stretched, wincing, to look at it in the mirror. The doctor had said he hadn't cracked any ribs, most likely, but Clint thought it was probably a close call. He had already been falling pretty fast by the time Tony had caught him.

He brushed his teeth and put his hearing aids back in before he left the bathroom, holding the towel securely around his hips.

Bucky was sitting on the stool that Clint had abandoned, back to the bathroom, typing something on his phone one handed. The counter was clear of both the pizza box and whatever else had been in the paper bag. He turned to face Clint, and blinked once, slowly.

"Sorry," Clint said. He ran a hand over his wet hair. "All my clothes are upstairs."

Bucky slid off the stool and pocketed his phone. He had taken off his boots and jacket, too, Clint noted, looking down at Bucky's feet. His socks were blue. "Come on, then," he said.

"Seriously?" Clint spun on his heel and marched toward the stairs. "You already walked me to my front door, I'm good from here."

He heard Bucky sigh behind him. "It's just I like your brains where they are," he said, putting a steadying hand on Clint's elbow as he wavered dizzily halfway up the stairs. "On the inside of your head."

"I like your brains too," Clint said. "And your head." He frowned, unsure whether that made any sense.

Bucky huffed out a laugh. "You're a sweetheart," he said.

They made it up the stairs. Clint walked over to his laundry basket and dug out a pair of clean sweats. He turned around, hand on the towel, and hesitated.

Bucky cleared his throat, putting his back to Clint and starting to straighten the sheets on his unmade bed.

Clint let the towel drop to the floor and stepped into the sweatpants. He decided he couldn't be bothered with a shirt. Bucky had finished fussing with tucking the top sheet in and was smoothing out a blanket over the top. He flipped one corner down invitingly.

Clint slid into the cool sheets with a sigh. "Thanks," he mumbled as Bucky pulled the blanket over his shoulders. "Don't mean to be a dick about it. Just hate feeling like people have to take care of me." He settled onto his left side, shoving a pillow against his back so he wouldn't turn over onto his bruised ribs.

"You're not half as bad as Stevie was, back when we were kids." Bucky put a warm hand on Clint's forehead and then ruffled his hair. "Don't worry about it. Get some rest."

"Sleep up here," Clint said. He propped himself up on one elbow and took out his hearing aids, dropping them in the dish on the nightstand. "Couch is too short and too old to sleep on." He glared at Bucky. "Don't argue."

Bucky shut his mouth on whatever he was going to say. He looked surprised, but amused. "I'll come check on you in an hour, all right?" His voice was almost too quiet to hear without the aids, the lower register lost in static.

Clint pulled the blankets back over his shoulder, eyes slipping closed. He meant to answer, but he fell asleep before he could.

He woke when Bucky put a knee on the bed, climbing onto the mattress. He had left his henley on, but had changed out of his jeans into soft pants with some sort of pattern that Clint couldn't clearly see in the dim room. "Okay?" Bucky asked.

"Fine," Clint said. He waited as Bucky settled on top of the blankets, propping himself up against the wall with a pillow. "Time is it?"

"Early." Bucky opened a paperback book. "Go back to sleep."

"Gonna ruin your eyes readin' in the dark," Clint mumbled. "Turn on the light, won't bother me." He was sweating under the blankets and sat up. The cooler air felt good against his overheated skin.

"I can see just fine. You thirsty?"

Clint groaned, but obediently drank more of the Gatorade Bucky handed him. He ached all over, especially the back of his head where he had hit it on the way down. Yawning, he dropped the empty bottle over the side of the bed and lay back down on his stomach, pulling one of the pillows over his head. He left the blankets where they had fallen, still too warm.

"Light," he said, and stretched out a hand far enough to nudge Bucky's hip.

He couldn't hear if Bucky said anything in answer, but felt him lean over on the bed. The lamp clicked on, a soft orange glow that bled through the edges of the pillow. He patted Bucky's thigh clumsily and then let his hand drop, already half asleep again. Bucky's hand settled on Clint's bicep, the metal cool against Clint's bare skin, but not cold.

"Feels nice," Clint said, and was asleep before Bucky moved his hand away.

Amazingly, after that he slept through until morning. He had rolled over on his side again in his sleep and he was almost too warm. His body still ached, but his head had stopped throbbing so insistently, and his stomach had settled, at least.

He froze in place as he realized why he was so warm. Bucky, still asleep, was pressed up against his back, one arm draped heavily over Clint's side. It was almost painful against his bruised ribs, and he took a shallow breath. Still, It was nice. He liked knowing that Bucky Barnes was a cuddler. It made him feel a little gooey inside, to be honest, which was way better than the nausea.

All the Gatorade had made its way through his system, though, and he reluctantly tapped Bucky's arm to wake him.

Bucky tensed, then rolled away from Clint onto his back. "Sorry," he said, voice muffled.

Clint sat up and put his hearing aids in, glancing over at Bucky. "I don't mind," he said. "It was nice, actually."

Bucky scrubbed a hand over his face but it looked to Clint like he might be hiding a smile.

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, Clint said, "When I come back it's your turn to be the little spoon."

"Guess you're feeling better," Bucky said. He sat up and clambered off the bed.

"For a certain value of better," Clint said, standing. "What are you doing? I don't need an escort to the bathroom, I promise I'll be fine."

Bucky stretched, showing off a strip of skin between his shirt and the soft pants that had ridden low on his hips. "Thought I'd make you breakfast," he said. "Since we're both up."

"Stop being so nice to me or I'm gonna try to keep you." Clint could feel himself flushing under Bucky's steady gaze. "Ignore me, I haven't had coffee yet."

Bucky came around the bed and pressed a soft kiss to Clint's cheek. "That's kind of the idea," he said.

Clint felt his knees go a little weak, and it wasn't from the concussion this time. "Oh," he said. "Well, in that case, I want pancakes."

"Can do," Bucky said, and his smile lit up his whole face.

#my fic #winterhawk #year of the otp 2025

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wesawbears · 28 days ago

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My @aftgexchange fic for @beladreens (I'm sorry- it won't let me tag you, but I'm also going to gift this on A03).

You asked for unconventional omegaverse and crack treated seriously, and my brain said "have I ever read a beta/beta fic?" So, here's Beta Neil and Beta Andrew, with humor and a side of angst.

Thank you to @pretttydemonboy for helping me plot lol

It starts, as most things do on this team that God forgot, with Kevin.

Neil's halfway to the dorm, ready to grab his bag for night practice when his phone blared, a discordant sound Andrew had installed on Neil's phone to ensure he would answer. He'd said it was a fox yelling— it certainly got the attention of everyone in the hallway.

Neil ignores the glances his way and flips his phone open:

Andrew: no night practice. roof

He furrows his brow, turning to follow his instructions. Night practice was ritual— in the last few years, barring life threatening injury, neither Kevin or Neil had been willing to give it up. Was it Andrew? If it was a bad day, he usually just stayed quiet, but it never kept him from driving.

He takes the steps to the roof two at a time, not sure what he would find when he reached the top. Once he does, though, he just sees Andrew, casually sitting behind the railing.

Neil joins him, sitting just close enough that the tips of their shoes brushed in greeting. "What happened?"

"Kevin can't make it," he says simply, and from his tone, Neil can't see anything he's not saying.

There goes his theory. His mind flips from concern toward Andrew to flummoxed anger. The idea of Andrew canceling night practice was unfortunate but possible— for Kevin to do so was unthinkable. Kevin had come to practice grief-stricken, drunk, sick, and everything in between. Was he not the one who'd said "If I am breathing, I can play?" What could pull him away from the court?

"He's in heat."

Neil takes a beat. "…are you fucking kidding me?"

Andrew shrugs as if to say "take it or leave it" and Neil leans back on his hands to look up at the sky for answers as Andrew explains.

"Bad batch of heat suppressants in the student athletics office."

Neil's never been more grateful to be a beta. He's pretty sure even if he hadn't been, his mother would have found a way. There were drugs powerful enough to clamp down on someone's nature, make it so whatever instincts you'd had became undetectable. It was just too dangerous to be on the run and have to worry about situations like Kevin was in now.

Neil sighs. "Heats take, what, three days? Four? How long will he be out?"

Andrew shrugs. "It is Kevin, so he will push back as soon as he can. You won't have to wait too long."

Neil hopes not. True, it was only September, but they couldn't afford to fall behind this early in the season, and Kevin knew that better than anyone.

"Is he still in the dorm?"

Andrew shakes his head. "Nicky and Aaron got him. They'll camp out with him. Matt and Dan will bunk with Renee and Allison."

"Any chance of us running away to Columbia to ride it out?"

Andrew tilts his head and the fond derision he finds there makes Neil's stomach curl pleasantly. "Didn't think you'd voluntarily move that far from a court."

"Don't confuse me with Kevin. I've left the court plenty of times."

"For extenuating circumstances."

"I'd call these circumstances extenuating."

Andrew tugs at his sleeve, a question in his eyes and Neil lets himself sway into him, hums at the curl of his hand around his jaw.

It wasn't night practice, but Neil feels his energy settle anyway.

—

If that had been that, Neil would have been content enough. A one-night diversion.

But now, the athlete's dorm has been quarantined, practices were shut down for the week, and Neil was left wishing he and Andrew had taken off for the week anyway.

It was a small comfort that as betas, he and Andrew were at least allowed to quarantine alone with each other, but the boredom aches in his bones. How one bad batch of medication could wreak this much havoc was a mystery to Neil.

He bounces his leg, sitting on the lower bunk. "I don't understand why I can't just go to the court on my own. It's not like anyone's pheromones would affect me."

Andrew pauses where he's sat on a beanbag tossing an empty can in the air and catching it. "Two days ago he was practically begging to go to Columbia. Now he comes crawling back."

Neil fixes him with a look and sits in the adjoining beanbag, turning to face him. "A week, Andrew."

"Somehow you will survive this Herculean trial."

Neil knows, distantly, that it could be worse. The idea of being betrayed by your own body, held captive by your own desires, sends a deep shudder down his spine. There isn't a single piece of his life that wouldn't have been made worse by having a designation. The road, and the Nest alike weren't kind to omegas or alphas.

"Do you ever regret it?"

Neil had never asked Andrew what he was, before. It wasn't relevant, and he wouldn't invade his privacy for an answer that ultimately had no bearing on how Neil saw him. But it can't have been a decision that he made lightly, and Neil knew that sacrifices like that didn't cost nothing.

For Neil, he couldn't conceptualize something he'd never had. But what would it feel like to know what it was to have something and suddenly feel its absence?

Andrew's face doesn't move, but his fingers curl around the can he's still holding. "You know I don't."

Neil nods. It's the answer he expected, and he knows in Andrew's shoes it would be his answer as well.

He reaches out carefully, peeling Andrew's hand off the can, letting him intertwine the fingers of that hand with Neil's. With his free hand, he guides Andrew's hand over the familiar contours of his scars, until Andrew moves his hand on his own to rest over the iron mark, tracing it with his thumb.

When people talked about beta/beta matches, they always lamented the lack of marks. When an omega or alpha matched with a beta, there was inevitably talk of how sad it was that one member would be longing for more, something their partner couldn't give them.

But Andrew and Neil knew that marking someone didn't mean you loved them. They'd been marked irrevocably, by others, by themselves, too deeply to want to scar each other.

Neil felt Andrew's mark in the way he kept his hand curled over his heart, in how he always ran his fingers over the key in his pocket when he felt like running to remind himself why he'd stayed.

They stay like that, curled in close, and no words need to be said to understand how they'd gained more than they'd lost.

#aftg exchange #andreil #omegaverse #aftg

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weneeya · 1 year ago

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Another request 👉🏼👈🏼

Depressed geto × reader , Their first meeting and their attraction to each other, and how geto finally felt like he could breathe after he felt happy with her and fell in love with her.

saving his life m.list | rules

pairing. geto x reader

note. thank you for your request!! I'll try my best then <3 requests are open :)

The last few days, or even weeks, were pretty hard for Geto Suguru. Since the incident with his best friend and their mission, Suguru hasn't been the same. He was clearly overthinking all the time, and getting out was a real difficulty for him. He was doing the bare minimum, when he was able to. Depression was hitting hard, even if he refused to admit it.

He was outside today, as he had to do some groceries. Nothing too much, but it was a necessity. Long black hair running down his shoulders, and visible dark circles under his eyes ; no one would dare even approach him like this. No one except you.

He was in front of a display, looking for something, when he heard someone clear his throat. You were right behind him, with this soft look on his face, all shy at the idea of talking to him. You looked away, playing nervously with the handle of your bag.

“Excuse me, can you help me, please? I need this, up there, but I can’t reach it,” you said, pointing out the thing on the top shelf. He looked at it, before looking back at you. He stayed silent, before grabbing the said thing, and giving it to you. A smile appeared on your lips, before you let his gaze again.

“Thank you!” You told him, before slightly waving at him. In those words, you left to go back to doing your own groceries. He stayed there for a few moments before a soft smile left his lips, going back to what he was doing.

After this, you met each other a few times. It was like fate wanted you to meet again and again. It was in random situations, and soon or later he learned your name. He wasn’t really in the mood to meet anyone, or even to let anyone come into his life ; but you were so sweet, all the time.

You were like a ray of light in the dark hell of his mind. You were constantly the only positive thing that happened in his day every time he was meeting you. You were just here, with your bright smile and your soft voice. No matter how bad he felt, it was always better when you were here.

He wasn’t so sure about how he felt about you. It was a bit messy in his head because he was so lost with himself and his own emotions. But after some time, he started to see you voluntarily. In fact, he was asking you out for dates, but he wouldn’t admit it. He wasn’t ready to even think about a relationship right now.

But you were, and you knew that you started to like him. Suguru was a man who was getting killed slowly by his own mind, and you didn’t want to let him stay in this hell alone. You wanted to help him, and he was willing to let you do it, then you would.

Day after day, you were growing closer to each other. And finally, Suguru started to realize how he felt towards you. You were a new breath in his life, and he knew that he couldn’t get out of this alone. He needed help, and letting you get into his life would probably be the first step for this. This is why he decided to speak to you about it.

He called you, asking you to join him in his own apartment, which you did without hesitation. You were a bit worried about him, because he wasn’t really letting you in too frequently. Something inside of you was telling you that something happened. You were glad to see that you were wrong.

Suguru offered to come sit on the couch with him, and you did without saying anything. Both of you stayed silent for a few moments, before he broke it. He sighed slowly, before massaging his temples. He looked at you, hesitating for some time.

“I wanted to thank you. You’re helping me, probably more than you would think, and I needed to say thank you,” he started, and you were ready to answer when he stopped you by raising his hand a little. “Let me finish, please.”

You nodded slowly, and he pursued his words. “I think I’m ready to get some help, for real I mean. But I can’t do this alone. And…” He sighed one more time, rubbing his cheek as he was searching for his words. “What I’m trying to say is that I would love to have you in my life. More than this, I mean.”

You looked at him without saying anything, processing what he had just said. You weren’t so sure of what he meant, or at least you were scared that you understood it wrong. You were looking into his eyes, before you finally answered. “Are you… asking me out?”

He looked away, and you could see a hint of a blush over his cheeks. You took it as a yes, and a soft smile appeared on your lips. You slowly grabbed his hands, making him look back at you. “I’d love that, Suguru.”

This time, it was his turn to process your words. He hoped with everything that you would say yes, but a part of him was scared that he would make you run away. And as you were ready to say something, he simply took your face between his hands to kiss you like his life was depending on it.

It was only the first step, but he knew that with you in his life, nothing could go wrong.

hope you liked it!! I've done my best, sorry if it's not perfect :(

#geto suguru #geto x reader #geto headcanons #geto hcs #jjk geto #jujutsu geto #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen hcs #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk hcs

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wildflower-otome · 6 months ago

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[Translation] Shuuen no Virche EpiC:lycoris - Scien Brofiise - Encore After Story

Source: Shuuen no Virche EpiC:lycoris Special Edition Booklet Note: Spoilers for Scien's Side End -Encore- below.

The only one you can be crazy for is me - Scien Brofiise Encore Ending After Story

‘Um, Scien.’

‘What is it?’

‘I-I was just wondering if it’s necessary to sit quite so closely together when we’re drinking tea.....?’

As I drank the tea I took in place of having an alarm clock, from beside me the Death girl asked me the question.

Because I had been able to temporarily repress her body’s deadly constitution using the antibodies supplied to me by the Watchman of Death, there was no issue with us being pressed up against each other like this for long periods of time.

—However, it didn’t appear that was what she was concerned about.

‘Do you have a reason for wanting to be further away from me?’

‘I-I don’t, but.....’

‘In that case, stay here.’

‘A-Alright.’

Still stiff, as if not sure what to do, the girl waited for me to finish drinking my tea.

(—Now then, how to proceed from here)

It wasn’t the curse I was thinking about, I was devising ways in which I could make her fall for me again.

(There’s no guarantee that I’m in love with her, but the one she’s in love with has to be me)

With that logic, I had once more placed the useful girl next to me, however—.....

(I shouldn’t be too obvious in how I approach her. After all, her past self became smitten with me when I was just being myself)

More importantly, it wasn’t in my personality. To flatter a woman, trying to get her to like me was something I would never do, even under the threat of death. But—

‘.....Scien? Is there something on my face?’

‘-No.’

—The idea of giving over the view of this side profile to another man was something I liked even less.

‘I was just thinking even now that you’ve become a reliver, you’re as gloomy as ever.’

‘I don’t think I can’t help that, seeing as my personality is still the same.....’

Strangely amused at seeing her flustered and at a loss, I hid my smile.

‘Now that I’m sufficiently rehydrated, I suppose I’ll take a little nap.’

‘Ah, then I'll go get you a pillow—.....’

‘Don’t need it, got one right here.’

Lying down, I placed my head on her lap.

Seeming bewildered, she spoke.

‘Regardless of how I was in the past. Are you alright doing this sort of thing with me as I am now?’

‘? The past has nothing to do with it. You’re still my errand person, aren’t you? The only thing different is whether or not you’ve got romantic feelings for me.’

‘....................’

When I told her so plainly—.....

‘.....Yes, that’s true. No matter how many times my body is remade, I’m your errand person.’

For some reason, she was smiling as if happy. After muttering that I really didn’t get her—.

‘Just so long as you understand that.’

As I spoke, I roughly patted the head of my self-aware errand person.

And then, just like that, I fell into a temporary slumber.

* * *

Although I had said to her that we would be rebuilding our relationship, we still maintained the same distance between us as before. All she did was follow after me as I conducted my research.

‘Scien, I'm coming in.’

On a certain late night. As I stood alone in my research room, the girl came in, carrying supper.

‘You’re still researching even at a time like this?’

‘I was until a moment ago. Not anymore.’

As I gazed at single fixed point—at a capsule, she came to stand beside me.

‘.....? There doesn’t seem to be anything inside-.....’

‘I was recalling the moment that I “used” you.’

‘!’

As I had backed up her memories directly before that moment, she didn’t remember her death.

‘.....What was I like, at the end?’

‘You were brave. It was the first time even I had seen a test subject voluntarily ask to be used in an experiment.’

Looking at the place where she had breathed her last, she drew in a light breath.

‘I’m sure my previous self wasn’t afraid of dying itself, just like the records say. However—I think she was a little afraid of no longer being able to see you, Scien.’

‘Even though I was the one that killed her?’

‘.....Even so. That’s why, even if my feelings of love are gone, I’m glad I was able to meet you again.’

Because, she continued.

‘I was a little uneasy. I wasn’t sure what I would do if you rejected me as “a different person” once I lost my romantic emotions for you. But just as the records say, you didn’t hesitate to call me your one and only errand person, Scien. .....And that made me so happy, and proud-’

Hearing her explain as I had guessed, I sniffed.

‘If you can say all that, hurry up and fall in love with me.’

‘Eh, ah.....as-as to be expected, emotions aren’t something that can be controlled as one would like.’

Although she cast her gaze downwards with reddened cheeks, as she had said, her eyes did not contain any longing for me.

(.....Has she perhaps become more formidable than before?)

I must be imagining it.

As I was thinking to myself, she cautiously watched the expression on my face—however, her words when she spoke were clear.

‘I-I don’t know about the future. I might be able to love you as my past self did.....

.....but at the very least, the feeling that I wish to be of use to you hasn’t changed.’

‘.....You sure have strange tastes.’

‘Hehe. That reminds me of the time you called me an automatic sandwich dispenser.’

Feeling it foolish of me to even have wondered when she would fall for me, I gave a single yawn.

‘Well, I suppose I shall just have to wait patiently. On the off chance that you do fall in love with another man, I will destroy them with everything I have at my disposal, so be prepared for that.’

‘Th-that would be rather frightening..... However—whether it be romantic attachment or not, I think the only person I could have this kind of great emotion towards is you, Scien.’

‘If that’s the case, I don’t mind.’

No matter how many years it took, just so long as I could have such a useful errand person as you around, that was enough for me.

(I suppose.....I can’t keep remembering the moment of her death over and over like this, it’s not like me)

If the Scien I had been up until now wasn’t enough, then all I had to do was make her love me as a completely new Scien.

‘.....Shall we go?’

‘Eh, where.....to?’

‘My room. I’ll continue my research there. —It wouldn’t do to have you keep ingesting the Watchman’s blood forever after all. I’ll have to do something about that constitution of yours as soon as possible.’

‘! Th-Thank you.....!’

Seeing her following after me in a half run, I was satisfied.

(Come tell me you love me in a future without the curse. Though whether or not I will return your feelings—I’m not so sure)

As I thought to myself that the very fact that I hadn’t declared it impossible meant I was already considerably under her influence—I smiled.

#shuuen no virche #virche evermore #virche fd spoilers #shuuen no virche epic lycoris #virche evermore epic lycoris #translation #scien brofiise

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flyingwargle · 10 months ago

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sakusa wasn't sure what to expect when bokuto invited them over for movies and drinks, but it certainly wasn't this.

his one-bedroom apartment is spacious, kitchen separated from the living room, bathroom large enough for a tub that can fit a professional athlete. it isn't very cluttered, but dust still clings to the shelves where framed photos and accolades are lined. sakusa inspects them while hinata and atsumu drop off their 7-eleven haul, joining him shortly. "nice pictures ya got, bokkun," atsumu calls out, summoning the spiker.

"thanks! i just had to bring a few with me to osaka. it helps with the homesickness."

"hm? hey, wait a minute..." hinata picks one up. "isn't this..." he holds it toward sakusa, eyes widening. "it's omi-san!"

"hah? no way. lemme see." atsumu leans over, blinking at the picture and then at sakusa, who simply stares back in confusion. "holy crap, yer right."

"it's the moles, right?" hinata nods. "they're iconic."

sakusa plucks the photo from him. "what are you talking about?" the moment he registers the photo, a scowl spreads on his face, and he turns to bokuto. "you kept this?"

"hey, i had fun that day! you just happened to be in the picture." bokuto grins, oblivious to their clueless teammates.

"wanna give us some context?" atsumu asks.

bokuto slings an arm around sakusa. “sakkun and i are childhood friends! we’ve known each other since our little league days.”

the photo, in question, depicts them as kids. bokuto has an arm around sakusa, whose glower contrasts his toothy grin. they're wearing black shorts and red t-shirts with the japanese flag.

“an’ neither of ya bothered to mention this…?” atsumu raises an eyebrow.

they exchange looks and shrugs. "it never came up," sakusa says.

"we never went to the same school or anything," bokuto adds, "but we played in the same league, went to the same volleyball camps...heck, my dad picked him and komo-kun up a lot since their parents were busy. komo-kun was supposed to be here with us-" he gestures at the photo. "-but he, what? broke his arm?"

"rolled his ankle."

"yeah! sakkun’s dad left him alone and he got lost, but i found him and..."

their little league was chosen to escort the athletes of the japan national team for an exhibition match against spain. motoya was most excited about it, but the day before, he rolled his ankle and couldn't walk. that meant sakusa had to deal with the crowds, noise, and unfamiliarity by himself.

he didn’t need motoya, he thought to himself on the way to the stadium. all he had to do was walk with whichever player he was paired with, sit with his teammates during the match, and then wait for his dad to pick him up. it was going to be fine.

until he saw the sheer amount of people milling inside and outside. he almost started crying.

his dad dropped him off, not bothering to bring him inside. sakusa was tempted to run off and find a bench to hide until it was time to leave, but he promised motoya that he'd be fine. plus, it was his duty, as a little league athlete. he had to do it.

except there were so many people who were much bigger than him, and he couldn't understand the signs. it was also overwhelmingly loud, and the stifling air made it difficult to breathe. he kept running into things, dizzy and confused. he nearly broke down in tears until–

"sakkun?"

he flinched when a hand touched his shoulder. bokuto stood in front of him, blinking his owlish eyes, voice soft when he asked, “are you okay?”

sakusa couldn’t reply, throat dry. bokuto’s dad – their coach – crouched at his eye level. “did you get dropped off by yourself?” he asked.

a nod. coach let out a tiny sigh. “let’s go together, then. when we’re inside, you can sit and rest. koutarou, hold his hand.”

“okay!” bokuto released him and offered his other hand to sakusa. “you hold onto dad, and i’ll hold onto you! that way, we’ll stick together.”

sakusa would never voluntarily take anyone’s hand, but he was too overwhelmed to care. hands clutched by his coach and bokuto, they entered the venue, and before long, he was guided to a bench and given a bottle of water. bokuto sat next to him, respectfully quiet. he usually never shut up, which was why sakusa stayed away from him, but in that moment, he was grateful for his presence.

he didn't know how much time elapsed before bokuto jumped to his feet and turned to him. "we're gonna go out soon," he says. "you wanna go wash your hands?"

"okay." this time, sakusa followed behind him to the nearest washroom, where they both got ready and washed their hands before returning to the entrance corridor.

the familiar faces of his teammates brought him relief, but it morphed quickly into anxiety when the jnt athletes appeared, large and impossibly tall. sakusa felt his throat seize up, but then he felt a hand on his shoulder. bokuto nodded at him in reassurance, and sakusa turned to the athlete that approached him. he took his hand, and waited for their cue to walk out.

“i don’t remember who i escorted or the match,” sakusa says. they’d moved to the couch, a bag of chips open on the table. “i do remember you lost your voice from shouting so much.”

bokuto laughs. “yeah, i was so excited! we got a bunch of candy afterwards too, and we had our picture taken. that’s when my dad took this.” he holds up the photo, again. “i had a lot of fun that day, but you looked like you hated it.”

“i didn’t hate it. i was overwhelmed, and…” sakusa runs a hand through his curls. “you helped a lot. i never thanked you for it.”

“it’s fine! it’s because of that my dad started picking you and komo-kun up more. he hated that your parents didn’t do it properly.” it continued even after they outgrew the little league and joined other clubs, eventually stopping when they became old enough to attend games and camps alone. “who knew we’d end up playing on the same team again, huh?”

“it’s like the two of you were fated to play together!” hinata chirps. “like me and kageyama are fated to be rivals!”

sakusa glances at the photo again. he received a copy of it a few days later, which he kept in his desk drawer. the thought of playing with bokuto again never crossed his mind, only the thought of returning to the center court and playing under those stadium lights.

but now that they’re seated together in his apartment, teammates for one of the top div. 1 teams in japan, it isn’t an unwelcomed thought. “who would’ve thought, indeed.”

inspiration: this fanart of bokuto and sakusa as kids! <3

#flyingwargle original #drabble #haikyuu!!#haikyuu drabble #miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #bokuto koutarou #hinata shoyo #msby black jackal #msby4 #post timeskip #fanart august #i am so enamored by the idea of sakusa and bokuto as childhood friends #so enamored that #i have a fic idea for them

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castleclerics · 11 months ago

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The Talisman: All Connections to Stranger Things

I keep forgetting that I read this whole book and bookmarked like eighty things so let's dive into all the connections that I found to Stranger Things (also things about the way the world of this book works that just scream ST to me that need to be included) including ties to my own theories.

(lovedddd this book btw. wolf is my fav character i've ever read, matt duffer knows what's up:

Quick plot: 12 y/o Jack Sawyer travels across the country to acquire The Talisman, which he was told will save his dying mom's life. He "flips" over between his world and to a world called the Territories constantly during his travels.

This is extremely spoiler heavy btw ok let’s begin:

This is just in order of my bookmarks to make it easy for me, bolded are the most important/blatant parallels.

First, just for some context if you’re curious, in the scene with The Talisman in it, Lucas is reading the part where Jack flipped over to the Territories for the very first time. This is definitely significant considering Max is newly in a coma, and probably alone wherever her consciousness may be, but more on that later.

-This man named Speedy gives Jack a potion to flip into the Territories. When Jack comes back to reality he asks where he went. Speedy tells him he vanished into thin air. It's veryyyyyy Will in the shed. He literally vanishes.

-Jack's entire journey is him traveling from the farthest east of the country, to the farthest west of the country. The Talisman resides in the west in the Territories.

-The queen of The Territories is Jack's mom's Twinner. When Jack sees the queen in The Territories she's in a coma-like state. "The queen cannot see, she cannot speak, she cannot move" ahem:

-In one scene a root from the ground in the Territories grabs Jack by the ankle and another one chokes him. Classic.

-Jack and his mom (Lily Cavanaugh Sawyer) really remind me of Billy and his Mom’s relationship. They also lived in California like them. Billy’s mom saying “ten more minutes, but any longer dad’s going to be mad” reminds me of how Lily has always tried to keep Jack safe from uncle Morgan, and how he was very abusive to her.

-While working at a tap, Jack hears the phone ring and he senses it’s something calling from the Territories. When he picks it up it’s a monster from the Territories that migrated to his world. He’s a customer sitting at the bar and he hunts down Jack while in the tap. Wonder what that reminds me of...

-When drinking the potion that can transfer Jack into the Territories, he instead got thrown back into a memory from when he was six.

-Something someone does in reality can have a ripple effect in the Territories, for ex. a war in America started a war in the Territories, when Jack's dad died in their world he died in the Territories soon after.

-Jack meets a werewolf named Wolf in the Territories, and he calls the real world "the place of the strangers".

-A full moon is coming so Wolf and Jack decide to lock Jack in a shed to keep him safe. Jack loses his mind in the shed because it's basically sensory deprivation, but given how much Jack reminds me of Will it's interesting it was a shed he was locked in because time itself starts to become not even a real thing to Jack, and he can't tell how much of it had passed.

-Jack and Wolf eventually make their way to this place for troubled boys called "The Sunshine Home" which is very HNL, strict, and revolves around evangelical Christianity. The man in charge of it all, Sunlight Gardener, has major Brenner vibes. Also, a kid at the home says over 60% of the kids there are there voluntarily which could be interesting to think about, The Truman Show kind of idea that if El truly wanted to escape the lab she could've. or this:

-At The Sunlight Home, Jack and Wolf try to escape but Jack had run out of Speedy's magic juice. While they're about to get caught, Jack concentrates really hard and realizes he can flip into the Territories with Wolf only with his mind. He remembers he used to be able to this as a child too. He would go to this place called “the daydreams” as a kid and he believed it was his imagination, only learning later on that he had actually been flipping into the Territories. Interesting because of the way ST ties people's own minds to physical dimensions.

-When they flip, they flip into “Furnaces of Black Heart” “Black heart at the middle of the world." A pit. there, the most fucked up creatures and horrific things that exist in the Territories live there. It just reminds me of the gates colliding at the very center of Hawkins, and how new monsters are possibly going to be crawling out of it (The Crawl).

-This one is probably my favorite. So throughout the book they really make you love Wolf, he's the gentlest soul, horrified of being in Jack's world and everything scares him but he still tries for Jack. He’s the most loveable character ever. At The Sunlight Home they end up locking Wolf in a box as punishment for him not getting used to the rules fast enough, which triggers him to turn. He then commits a huge massacre of The Sunlight Home and all the boys who live there.

However, what the book has already established about him makes you come to understand that he isn't a monster. It's the main overarching lesson of that event. Even though he just did all of that, he doesn't want to hurt people, it was a result of the way he was treated. I believe this to be a direct parallel to my theory that El actually did commit the massacre, and Brenner showed her a timeline where she didn't, in Nina.

-In the box Wolf was in, the cops found bible verses and stick figure drawings etched into its walls…

-For some context let's talk about Morgan Sloat, Jack's uncle. When Jack was 6 months old, Morgan attempted killing him in his crib, and is after Jack the entire novel.

-Here’s a direct quote about Twinners. “When one migrated and entered the body of one’s Twinner, the result was a kind of benign possession.” also Morgan’s Twinner, “Morgan of Orris”, spoke to him in his mind. Orris would migrate to the real world from the Territories and basically possess normal Morgan’s body. They don’t just possess your body, things about you change. Your heartbeat may run at a faster rate, your eyesight may be different etc.

“Sloat was able to plan murder, but it has been Orris, time and time again, who migrated to carry out the act itself. It had been Orris in Sloat’s body who had attempted to smother the infant Jack Sawyer in Utah (just as he had overseen the assassination of Phil Sawyer’s counterpart, the commoner Prince Phillip Sawtelle, in the Territories.)"

I haven’t seen The First Shadow and idk everything about it yet but I’m pretty sure this is this is very TFS Henward coded

-When Jack and Richard are almost as far west as they can go in the Territories in a place called The Blasted Lands, the creatures there remind Jack of radiation poisoning. Here's an excellent post that covers radiationgate. Jack concludes the land had nuclear damage and these creatures are born poisoned.

-The Territories can be a reflection of the real world at times like for example, if you're walking somewhere, your Twinner is walking in the same direction to a place that could reflect the one you’re traveling to in the real world.

-The "Black Hotel" is where The Talisman is held. The description of the inside of it reminded me of the Creel house and there were some people who believed the evil in the Territories had begun all the way west, "At land's end, at the edge of the big water." where the Black Hotel is. (the sequel to The Talisman is The Black House and I haven't read it but I'm interested as to why it turned into a house :0)

-While trying to run away from one of Orris' minions in The Territories, Jack tried flipping but had brought himself forward in time in The Blasted Lands a century or two where everything was abandoned.

-It's revealed that The Talisman is the "axle of all possible worlds". let's go timeline knowers!!!!!! Jack is the "chosen one" because he’s one of few “single-natured” people, meaning because his Twinner died (when Sloat had tried killing him in his crib in the real world, his Twinner had died in his crib in the Territories) and since that happened, he died in all other worlds, but he still exists in one world, only one world.

Morgan says how since there's endless worlds/timelines, then there more than just "twinners" and the Territories is just one world out of infinite ones.

-The Talisman is also the same in The Territories as it is in the real world and is the single thing that is the exact same in all worlds.

The closer Jack gets to the Talisman in the Black Hotel, the more he flips between worlds and the more the worlds overlap.

This may be the most important parallel:

The light within the crystal globe of the Talisman was every color of the rainbow. Rainbows are mentioned a few times throughout the book, even on the first page. When Jack would feel happy or protected during his journey, he would be reminded of a rainbow. You realize it’s because the Talisman is literally calling him before he even knows about it. In a scene he heals Speedy with the Talisman and even chants “rainbow! rainbow!”.

Idk if I've ever mentioned this, but I’ve been theorizing for a while now that the rainbow room is a direct reference to the multiple timelines/other timeline selves. I think this book proves me right, especially since The Talisman is the axis of all possible worlds.

The first time I ever thought this was because of this shot, twins on the rainbow.

“there upon a rainbow is the answer to a never ending story”

It gets more interesting when you look at something like skittles (taste the rainbow) and who is seen having them in the series.

I have also theorized that max being in a coma is important bc she's not fully gone but wherever she is, she may be another version of herself in a different timeline completely. She wasn’t supposed to be revived and I think this gives the characters an upper hand in s5 because she is still existing out there somewhere, as her Twinner possibly, and that Twinner may have knowledge the characters need if they can find her.

also here’s just some more rainbows in "holly’s" room that I had to add hehehe

-When Jack makes contact with The Talisman for the first time, an earthquake happens across all worlds.

-The final battle between Morgan and Jack takes place on the beach of the Black Hotel, and snow stars to fall. A huge storm ensues and reminds me of the source and spores in the air in Billy’s mind in s3.

-The very end of the book is the Talisman healing Jack’s dying mom and the queen of The Territories waking up. The healing is described as a birth and they describe it in vivid detail even mentioning how “the opening of the Talisman was like a vagina.” We all know the gates resemble vaginas, and how there is soooo much about mothers and birthing in this show and it just reminded me of this kickass post also by the goat @henrysglock because I cannot get into all that here but iykyk <3

But let's think about this again. The queen only wakes up because her other self in another world is healed, and is healed by something that holds every timeline in existence... and maybe that's why they chose to have the Talisman in the scene it is, and why they paralleled Max to the queen. In conclusion, I think Max’s Twinner is one of the answers to everything, and could even be possible that she'll wake up as her Twinner, not the Max we all know.

Thats about it! I lowkey feel like I’m missing a certain dynamic or something but if I think of it I’ll edit this and add it. I finished reading it a long time ago so this took a while to remember what was going in this book bc it has like 700 pages 😭😭 anyways I rly love this book even despite the few shortcomings it has and am so excited to see the series the Duffers are working on for it !!!!!!!! aaaaa

#im so excited to get this post out of my drafts it's been staring at me for many months bc i kept putting it off lmao #stranger things #the talisman #timelines

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